He would give me beautiful pair of earrings.  A beautiful platinum and emerald 4 leaf clover.  Studs.  He would remember that I really love what the 4 leaf clover represents, AND that my birthstone is Emerald, and I think it’s just divine.  The fact that he was apologizing for being as ass last week won’t make the earrings any less beautiful. Beauty is also in the flaws, ya know. So, whatever.  Sparkly things distract me. Plus he’ll be cute.  So charming. So sexy. How can I stay angry with an apology like that?  Sometimes I think if it wasn’t for make up nookie...we’d well. You know. I’m not gonna say it.  Thin line between love and hate, or so the say. So, whatever.