I’m sorry that I’ve distanced myself against you and lost faith with all those theoretical facts. But at times like these when facts can’t prove me anything, who am I suppose to turn to?

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You’ve made me believe your existence by sending an angel that changed my life two years ago, and I’ll never forget that. But I’m hurt now, hurt from the scars where the knife pierced through three years ago: it’s burning, to be exact.

I need assurance that the choice that I made is something I’ll never regret.

I need a hint from you that what I’m doing is right.

Once again, I’m on my knees for you.