I'm sorry for not saying sorry. 

I know I've been selfish all this time. I know that from the very start you've been giving your best to save this relationship. It has been six months since we decided to close our eyes from the disapproving stares of the people around us; six months and a half to be exact when we've held hands and have taken no notice of the rumors spreading about the choice that we made.

Tell me now. What should I do? What more can I do when what I had believed  to be faultless and wonderful seemed to eat us alive? Did I just overlook the signs that keep on reminding us of where should we really be heading? Tell me that I'm no monster after all. Tell me that it is just normal. That what we are going through is a significant part of our relationship. Of our life. Tell me that everyone has to deal with this kind of hitch. Convince me that I am not the one manipulating this game. That it can't be a game of any kind. Because we are real. Our feelings are genuine by any means.

I keep on wishing that you know how much you worth to me. That you're my everything. That I love you more than anyone could ever do. You must know that no one could ever own my heart and nobody else has me but you. Just you. You're like home, my heaven more likely.

I love you. I do. I love you for so many reasons. I love you so much that it hurts.

Tell me. If it means hurting you, should I continue? I've hurt you before and I know that I'll hurt you more.
I care more than my actions show. I am afraid to lose you more than my fvckin pride can hide. But tell me, should we wait for the time that there's nothing more left but pride, hurt, and hatred? We're no strangers in love.  But can we help not to be indifferent? Because indifference is the worst thing I've ever known. It is more horrible than rage. Its flatness and dullness are curse.

Tell me I'm no monster after all. Tell me that leaving isn't the only option I have. I've been to many places and wasted so many chances. Say it to me, that this time I have to stay.