How Can I Stay Mad?

I was only upset, because I felt like you didn't take me into account when I said 'no'. I want you to listen, when I say 'no'. Even if it's only a small one that I voice.

But how do I stay mad, when your little sad face is staring over my shoulder while I work? And the adorable message left on my computer was my Achilles heel.

" Darling I'm sorry for doing something that made you angry, and sorry that I didn't
ask you about this yesterday, because I didn't want to disturb you when you are
studying... If it's about the computer I won't use your computer when you are using
anymore. Darling, please forgive me and talk to me... " - Gill


It definitely wasn't the computer, darling! I would never be angry over something so small! I am so sorry I made you so worried, till you ravaged your mind for wrongdoings, that were never wrong.

There were always people in the vicinity, and so I couldn't tell you what was wrong with me. I wanted to, dear God I wanted to, especially when I felt your small body shake in my arms, or next to me, with what seemed to be tears.

I hated myself then, just as I hate myself now, for making you so sad.

Of course I forgive you. I love you.

-Jacqueline

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