I'll go to bed tonight, wondering if you'll ever forgive me fully, and wondering if you'll ever trust me again. Its a big deal to me when i lose someone's trust, and its an even bigger deal, cos its you. Right now, i feel like i've failed you. Im sorry baby.

Im afraid to continue apologising just because i feel horrible, but i knw , now, its inevitable that your suspicions would have an old story to become its support. X: im mostly talking crap and shit but, yah. I somehow hope that you'd sleep soundly tonight, and that an angel would be in your dreams showing you what i went thru and what really happen. cos i knw tht you'd probably imagined the worst when i told you my story. Just so you know, i hvnt had a single doubt about you since the day you said you love me. I love you to baby.

Would you, baby, be mine?