Dear The mother of my child, the love of my life,

I caused you so much pain. While I never physically cheated, I never should have sent those inappropriate comments to the person I shouldn't have been talking to but I did. If I could go back and stop myself, I would. I also would have changed how I reacted every time you wanted to have a conversation. The month of March was the hardest month because I went through it without you. I went through it without our son. I went through it without you both at home. It opened my eyes and made me realize that living a life without you is not a life I want. I started loving you when we fixed Donna's garage door. It grew every day we worked together from then on. I ultimately fell in love with when we sat in the Pizza Hut parking lot at 3 AM looking at the stars. It wasn't because I was playing Captain Save-a-ho. I would never want to cheat on you. I don't want you home because I've been lonely. I want you home because that apartment isn't a home without you and our son. I'd give up everything to give you everything and treat you how you should have been treated: like my queen. I want another chance to show you love the way I need to love you. I don't think this breakup is what you want. I've been praying for your return and living on the hope that you're coming back. I love you so so much and miss you just as bad. Please come home, babe. Please?