Now?

My dear,

it means something when you started to hide a thing from me.

I was very confident about myself.

I felt so great. 

Then i found you did the things that i thought you wouldn't do because you know it would hurt me.

Love,

You're good about making me feel bad.

good enough to make me think that it was my fault.

I forgot you're also a human being,

not a God with perfection.

I forgot you always had this probability to hurt me.

I thought we were gold.

I thought I was special.

I thought I was precious.

But, Love,

Now i really don't know what to do about this.