I’m 3 years younger (20)

it's short i know but deal with it. it took me and hour just thinking of the right words

(At midnight)

It’s exactly twelve, I couldn’t sleep. Bader, bader, bader, that’s all I’m thinking about.

Oh god those stupid cats I hate it when they get up on the balcony. I got out of bed and directly opened the balcony doors. I walked out to the table, because a very huge bouquet of red roses were placed there, with them was a paper, like the old scrolls, with the sides all burned up.

“You have the right to be mad at me. I, myself, am mad at myself. I had no excuse, no right, and right no words to express to you how sorry I am. I would only feel half the guilt if you know the reason of me meeting up with this girl, the other half would release my soul after your forgiveness. I was with her, before I met you. That day I first saw you I didn’t lie. I cut all my connections with her, but she came back. In London she kept calling, texting, and even stalking us. I knew if you found out you would get the wrong idea, and even if I tell you, you won’t understand because it’s in a females’ nature. I seek-ed her to stop this game, but you proved to me she didn’t get the message. That’s all I got to defend myself.

It’s you that has to pass the judgment.”

With all my love,

Bader,

I heard something drop right behind me. I turned around, slowly.

Bader: hi.