So I hear but I don't listen. I listen but I don't feel. I feel but I don't understand. Because I'm not you. I would never understand no matter how hard you explain, I could only give you my opinion and my own point of view.
But there are also things which I understand. I understand that I love you. I understand that I wish to make you happy to the best possible method. I understand that your mum doesn't trust you. I understand that you problems are my problems. I understand that I should try to give my opinions. I understand that you may not like my opinions. But that doesn't give you the right to hate me.
I always believed one thing. If you can't even keep a healthy relationship with your closest kins. How would one ever have a healthy relationship with one that started as an outsider. There is no way no how someone could give the best possible to their partner when they don't even have a healthy relationship with their parents. No. It was not by chance. It's not that I was lucky. It's cultivated.
Either way, I'm sorry if I was too harsh on you with my words. I'd gladly take it back, give me a call. We'll meet somewhere and talk about it harmoniously.
I know your words were dished out with anger and I hope they are. So it's all good.
P.s. I love you more than you'd ever imagine and I know you know that yourself. (:
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