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❝In which he loves her flaws more than her perfections.❞




Today I tried to stop thinking about you.

Truth is, I can't.

I can't because I've fallen in love with you before I could even stop it.

I've fallen in love with you a long time ago, but the strong feeling has only grown more stronger.

Today I called you.

You picked up after exact three rings, and I could literally feel my heart making a small jump.

'I'm sorry,' was the first thing you said.

I wanted to yell at you that a simple I'm sorry wouldn't make me forgive you.

I wanted to yell at you that I was so done.

So done with trying.

I wanted to yell at you that you were so damn complicated and stubborn.

But I couldn't.

'I'm sorry,' you repeated, 'for not answering your call. I know I should've, but I felt sick and stayed in bed all day.'

It was the first time since I've known you that you apologized.

Apologized for not answering my call, in this case, but it felt like you actually apologized for your behaviour.

'It's okay.' I said.

It wasn't okay.






I love you. I love you, even when I hate you, really.