It can’t be that time

I hold my hands up, massively guilty and not one little bit proud of it. Even though I did what I did, I didn't mean it. It was just one of those things you do in the heat of the moment and regret later. I've since apologised and it's all good but it still doesn't make me sleep any easier at night and I know she would never do the same to me. It was argument no. 78 of the day and I was tired. She has this ridiculous habit of believing in fairly tales like the talent of Britney Spears, the tooth fairy and the existence of God  As soon as she turned her back, I seized the day and changed the time: