I wish you could treat me the way you would when I’m angry all the time.
Every time I think about why you are what you are today, I can’t help but blame myself for taking you for granted in the past. I have done things I should not have done, not do things that I should have done, said things that I shouldn’t have said.
I made an effort to correct whatever I did wrong but I don’t know if that would help anymore. I don’t even know if you even notice them. It’s like it’s irreversible, no matter what I do or say, the fact that I’ve taken you for granted before seems to have given you the impression that I am going to keep taking you for granted.
As much as I want a chance to redeem myself, I don’t think I have that anymore. Certainly not in my hands.
And I can say that it has always been the same answer but I’m really secretly hoping you could change my mind
by Abdul Kircher
Run, Arsene, Run!