Yes, I enjoy fighting with you.Yes, I like getting on your nerves.Yes, at times I'm impossible.Yes, I miss you.I liked it when it was just me and you.I liked it when you would just sit there quietly staring at me like I was a very precious piece of art.The truth is that I'm not.I'm far from being a shiny jewel or an uncut diamond.I'm imperfect and at times I'm even more than that.I'm unbearable.And still..You would always forgive my every mistake.No doubt, that's one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.Not only did you neglect all my flaws but you supported them.To you I was like this small and fragile figurine that is so breakable, you are afraid that the slightest touch will harm it.Of course at times you didn't spare me at all.You yelled and let me know that I'm not the only one who can show emotions and scream in a high-pitched voice (no offense. (: ).You looked so fierce that I was afraid to approach you, to say something.I would just stand there like a little child whose little puppy was lost.And then there would be a fountain of tears just crawling out of my eyes and rolling down my pale cheeks.And you would stop.You would stop yelling.You would try to apologize and I would just look at you with those eyes that would make you feel as though you were the one who lost that puppy.And then I would forgive you.As awful as I may be and as difficult as you are, I would still always forgive you.But the worst part of it all is that...I'm not the one to forgive.You are.With great regret, sir, I have to inform you that I have crossed the line.
