It was our first real fight that hurt the most. The look in your eyes when you spoke those cruel words and your evil smile that followed. I had never been in such a situation for this time it had been my fault you hurt so badly and I didn't know how to make it stop. You said things that you knew would eat and tear at my skin. You spoke so freely and cold hearted for a handsome one like you. I sat tuned in waiting for the force of your words to send me flying accrossed the room. Little did you know my chest was caving and anxiety gave me no control. I couldn't get out a single word without choking upon the continuous apologies that meant nothing to you. I sat so little in front of your widened structure and muscular arms. You had your own shield made and I was just a little bit of nothing. The power you had drove me insane and I knew then that I was ******* because I have never loved an individual so much that I became vulnerable for their forgiveness. And here I was on my hands and knees begging oh so badly. I told myself I would not allow this to become the ending of us for we have so many more obstacles in life to face and to let this, out of any, tear what we have apart would be foolishness. I do not believe there is any right way to go about this mess I've caused but I'm only hoping this is the best way. I love you dearly and I'm ready for you to come home when you are.