I have not been fair to you.

It struck a chord deep in me when you said you felt that you were left in the backseat sometimes. Yet, you do not mind. Yet, you still stood by me and never once had wanted me to fret. It wasn’t fair for you at all.

If I had a choice, I would make everything better. Not just for you, but for everything in the world. Yours, mine, everyones’. But I am a very flawed being with so much to carry on my back. Sometimes, I wonder if I have anything to offer at all.

My hands are empty.

You have let me be who I am, no questions asked. You have dealt with my unexpected isolations, my sudden outbursts of tempers, my tears in the nights, -and still you kept your cool.

You’ve sat by the hospital bed while I lay with my face swelled up and steroids up my veins, and not once you’ve excused yourself to leave except for that call you made to my mum. You sent me home and were gracious to my parents, and told me I was beautiful even when I had oversized bumps growing out of my face.

You never wanted to make me uncomfortable in any sense. You even tried loving my friends, -all of them. You asked me if I’ll be okay with all your plans you made. You kept me safe. You trust me to make my own decisions even in moments I don’t trust myself. You always made sure I got the best piece of everything.

Your patience is overwhelming.

You’ve done all these…all of these and more...and all you ever ask of me is to give my piece of battered heart to you.

You’ve been far too kind to me. Sometimes, I think I can do nothing in the world to match up to it.