4 years ago, someone told me that some things are better left unsaid, that time heals, but why until now I’m still talking about you through my writings. Maybe I was wrong for obeying that advice. I should’ve talked to you and said what you deserve to hear during that time.
I knew all you did was protect me, knowing its consequences, you still did, and that became your ruin. I just watched you suffer, which is the stupidest thing I did in my entire life. How I wish I had protected you too from their criticism.
You were right. I was clueless and ignorant. I wouldn’t be surprised if you ever hate me. I am willing to take anything you may throw at me. And I think no matter how much you hurt me, I still could take it. Because I am really sorry. And I love you, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you too much that it hurts.
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Writings of Red 