—to be seen yet remain hidden.


I hate you for choosing me over yourself.

Red

It’s been 4 years, and I guess it’s too late to realize that you were just protecting this 16-year-old immature girl, who doesn’t know anything rather than make everything worse in your life. But she has grown up now, isn’t she? She’s turning 20 years old in a few months. Matured, independent, making her own money, composed and confident, indeed an agreeable woman now.

But you know what? There were times when you suddenly crossed my mind and it led me to wonder if I’ve already moved on from you. How are you doing right now? Do I ever cross your mind sometimes, too? Or I’m already long forgotten… That everything we’ve shared with each other has been consigned to oblivion.

I’m declaring my sincere apologies, for I was too young at the time and couldn’t fight for you with the same strength with which you had fought. But you understood that. I saw your ruins with the mess I’d created. But I couldn’t do anything. You know what pierced my heart? when I saw you bleed yet didn’t stopped protecting me. That after all those things you’ve been through because of me, I never heard you cursing and blaming me. I hate you for choosing me over yourself.

Thank you for those times you unselfishly protected me when I was too ignorant and vulnerable to even speak for myself. You stood in front and endured every criticism they’ve thrown at us. Thank you. :))

—Red

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