An Open Letter To Scott Disick: It's Time To Get Back With Kourtney
Look, we need to talk. From what I understand, you may be a little lost right now. It's OK, we all make mistakes. But now I'd like to take a moment to guide you back into the light, AKA the arms of the wonderful Kourtney Kardashian.
Let's travel down memory lane to remind you why YOU NEED TO GET BACK TOGETHER, OK??? OK.
Do you remember this beautiful moment when your arms wrapped around each other and everything in the world felt right?
Well, we do. Take a nice, long look, Scott. Do you see how happy you were?
Do you remember when the two of you laughed and smiled and danced in sync like nobody was watching?
Is it all coming back to you yet?
Remember when you Instagrammed your own quote ON TOP OF A PICTURE OF YOU TWO, literally telling the world how deeply in love you are?!
Does this ring a bell?
How about the time you wished Kourtney a happy new year and said you loved her more and more every day. WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT LOVE, SCOTT?
Think of the good times.
What about when you added this picture of Kourtney and you holding hands?
Do you remember the feeling of having your fingers intertwined?
AND THEN RE-UPLOADED IT JUST TO WRITE THE WORD "LOVE" ON TOP OF IT.
OMG, my heart is breaking.
Look how cute you guys were with your little texting jokes.
Look at the way she touched your nose while you were lying bed together.
This is love, it really is.
Think about when she uploaded this photo and referred to you as her "handsome, hilarious, sweet soulmate."
SOUL. MATE. Your souls are literally connected.
And how sparks would fly every time you kissed her.
We need this back. We need you back.
Let's talk about that time you held cut-out faces of each other and showed the world you were meant to be together forever.
And not break up, ever.
There was that time she playfully slapped your cheek because she just couldn't handle how much she loved you...
...and that time you said these words because you couldn't handle how much you loved her.
Take a look at the precious moment you stared into her eyes as your lips were about to touch.
And then there was THIS MOMENT when not just your lips touched, but your smiles did, too.
Really, who else is going to feed you chips in bed?
Who else is going to let you nuzzle her head with an eye-patch on?
Who else is going to "arf" with you like a seal?
No one, Scott. The answer is no one.
Scott, it's time to come home. Choose the light. Choose love. Choose Kourtney.
So we can stop crying ourselves to sleep every night. Thanks.