Now before you start judging, hear me out here: being the nice filial son that I am, cooked dinner for the family. Yes yes I know, you’re thinking, “it must suck” and all that, well, it didn’t. So there, go cook your own dinner you judgmental kids.
I have never blamed you, thats all I’m trying to say. I’m sorry you feel the way you do, for the things I’ve said or not said- all that I can tell you that it was never intended the way you thought it.
At the end of the day, I still love you. And I’m praying that the feeling is mutual..
If it’s one thing I promise you, let it be this: that it’d work out in the end. I’m not just paying lip service, I’m determined to make it come to pass. And I need you to remember those tears, cause it’ll be worth every drop. One day we’ll look back, and we’ll be glad that it happened (:
"In the end, it will be ok. If it’s not ok, it’s not the end"- anon