Forgive me?
Looking back a month, I've started to do things that I've never done before. Going home together with you, studying together with you, sitting on an airplane home and even watching a movie together, because I've only watched a movie alone with a guy before. But now that I realise that you will never even talk to me anymore just because of a single blog post, I'm not trying to say that it is a small deal, but I know that you read every single word there is and you will think a lot about it. But I swear I didn't mean a single word. And I'll live to regret it.
I've told you things I wouldn't tell anyone, even my closest friends. You are the only person that would happily listen to me crap out my stuff without saying stuff that would make me feel out of place. You won't know this but all the things you say make you who you are and I was always joking about you saying too many vulgarities, really. I swear I will never misunderstand you, that sentence was just me being selfish and self-conceited.
I expected that you'll ignore my message and you probably won't even read this blog post. But I guess I should have just said it clearly in the MRT. I wouldn't put names of people on my blog but now it's to show my sincerity of this blog post. I truly am sorry. And I know that it is now impossible but, I really wish that the next Saturday we would still be able to hang out, happily. But I really wish you'll send a text to tell me to 'f off' and I'll respect your wishes.
+ I'll promise never to shoot off my fingers ever again.
The feeling of ending what hasn't even started.
I'm sorry, Chann.
Yours Truly,
Ben
