Fucked up. Quarrelling because of something so small. (whenever we quarrel I feel invisible. You can smile and laugh after quarrelling. I seriously don't know how you do it.)
True love is one that would understand one another. Unrequited love is when one is blind the other is counting. Both should always count blessings.
I am counting my blessings. You are counting my flaws, remembering my promises. I remember yours, you don't remember mine.
Patience. Love. Understanding.
I have these for you. Do you have these for me?
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