I'm never understanding enough.
But to you, I'm honest.
To you, I tell everything.
To you, I'm being me.
& now, I'm still me for you.
For the hurt, pain, agony and whatnots that I've created/cause/ stirred, I'm sorry.
I felt the need to come clean to you when I realized it that very day.
Hence, I sent that mail.
Hoping that you'll understand, it turned out a mess.
I lived in constant fear since then.
Fear not from the outside world, but from deep within.
Once again, cause you're so important to me, I can't take it to the next.
I'm sorry.