I know I'd crossed the lines. I shouldn't question what you did. And my bad, I pop the question, eventually, it hurts me. I mean not literally hurts, but kinda, KINDA dissapointed.
I don't know since when you became my favourite subject. I think it all started during the Valentines night. No. Naaahh. Not really. I don't know, okay maybe I know. It all started with the late night conversation, the me got hit, the you trying to calm me, your unstoppable bear hands sweep of my head, my cheeks and yes, the stupid boring "Orange Fur Things With Moustache" movie. Not to mention, with me bang somebody's bump, and still you're there. And all our satisfying meals. Last but not least, an evening with you. (I can't mention it here since it is our fucking business.)
Again, I'm sorry. I want the best for you. But don't ruin it. I know you can be better. Trust me. We'll prove them wrong.
As far as it hurts me, I know it hurts you either if I said you can keep on doing what you've been doing after all this times while I can go back to Samantha Jones and start to create more mess. Is that what you want? See me ruining myself while me witness you crashing your lives. And then we'll be happy isn't it?
I know I can't change you. But at least, can you try? It's not like I'm putting you in a state of "borrowing" your sperm like we did talk about it. At least, can you do it for you?
I love you buddy. Don't make me turn to Samantha. She's not welcome here.
p/s : Happy 1 month friendship. I'm glad we did a lot of things and I'm counting for it.
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| Cuking mintak maaf T_T |
