"1734"

Maybe it's the smoking.

Or, more likely, my past with divorcing.

Probably not so much the tattoos or my intolerable backseat driving.

(Even though my tone is mistaken as 'menacing'.)

And it's certainly not my over thinking or constant calculating.

Seriously, I calculate a billion times a day.

... Maybe its my exaggerating.

Or maybe my general lack of eating?

Or that when I do eat it's pretty unhealthy.

Could it be that I want daughters mostly

or my insistence on adopting?

I'm just having a hard time seeing

why you would stay with me?

Just give me a minute to explain when we meet

and you'll see. You'll see that I'm sorry.

And maybe, just maybe, you'll forgive me.