I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Now I no longer have dreams in which you scold me. Instead, I have dreams that I just keep on saying sorry to you. There were tears, lots of it. And my heart hurt, in my dream, out of my dream, every second, every day. Love hurts, they said. But I don’t want that kind of love. Yet, the way I love hurts you badly. I said you’re the last person I could hurt, still, I did it. After all the things you did for us, I let you beg for your love. Trust me, I hate myself more than you do. But when I saw you cut your hand, I knew it didn't matter what I felt anymore. I need to stay away from you. I need to let you live. I need you…to be you. So, I will try to stop myself from reaching out to you. And it hurts, all over again, but I’m rather in pain than seeing you in so much worst, while I couldnt do anything, and I know I’m the reason for all of that. So no, I will try to distance myself from you. And I will st...