the problem isn't what happened. the problem is, i know you wouldn't forgive me if i did the same thing. you expect me to understand, to let things go, to forgive. but deep down i know, if it were me who made that mistake, you wouldn't give me the same grace. i know you would hold it against me, you would remind me of it, and maybe you would even walk away. and that's what hurts the most, not what you did, but knowing the love i give is not the love i would receive. i try to be patient with you. i always try to see things from your perspective. but i can't help thinking that if it were me, you would not be as gentle. and maybe that's where the truth is. love shouldn't make me wonder if i deserve the same care i give. if you can't meet me halfway, then maybe my heart deserves a place where love is shared by two people, not just one.