Many times I wish I could just give you hugs, roses and kisses.
But it seems like my ill temper is giving you more sadness, bitterness and weariness.
The utterance of an apology is indeed very hard because sorry means I will never do it again.
And I can't promise a promise that I cannot keep. I'm not perfect. I cannot temper my short temper. If I could, I would have done it years ago when I was mature enough to start fearing even the thought of losing you. But I'll try. That is the best I can promise you.
I love you.
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