Rite. Write. Right.

We are so much more alike than we care to notice. That day, when you told me that you are the black sheep of your family, I am reminded of myself. I will never and have never gone through as much as you had, but that feeling of ‘worthlessness’ inside of you that I know you still think off and you still ponder upon, I think I understand. And the fact that you had gone through ‘the road not taken’, I have become you.

Then why is it that we struggle to understand each other? Why is it that we argue all the time?

Love grows and sometimes it dies. It comes and it goes. But I know one thing for sure, despite me loving and hating people, despite my dying affection for people, despite my longing for people, I can never love anyone else the way I love you. And I will never ever stop loving you.

Because you are my life. Because you are the reason I live. Because you’ve given me much more than anyone else have ever given me. Because I owe you my life. Because you are my everything.

Everytime we argue, I always feel guilty. Always. I never show it to you perhaps of the weakness of my heart and the ego of my soul. ‘Sorry’ is the hardest word.

You’re always the one I think of in every decision I make in my life. You’re the one I do not ever wish to disappoint again. You are a huge part of my life. And not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you.

Now, I’ve done it again. I’ve made you angry. I’ve made you sad. But I need you to understand why I am the way I am. Sometimes I think you think that I’m a rotten person. And if I were you, I think I would think so too…

And perhaps, what’s more important, I need to understand you. I need to understand your rationality and irrationality. I need to understand you fears and tears. I need to understand why you did what you did.

I’M SORRY. I LOVE YOU.