Its a pathetic irony that its the people we love whom we hurt the most.
Individual errors can be forgiven; repeated series of mistakes, its understandable forgiveness comes much less slower.
I never claimed to be perfect in any way, perhaps even less so than the next guy. For every strength, it seems two flaws accompany it. But that's no excuse, and i know it: saying something is broken does nothing in the way of fixing it.
And "fix" myself where i'm weak, i will. Time, love and perseverance are the tools i pray God will grant us.

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