Today again, was a very good day. Until Metco, again.

My words may never be enough, and my actions may never sway your mind, but I'm sorry. It hurts like hell to know I'm that to you, that it's someone like me that has scarred you... and it may make no difference to you, but I care about you, and whatever has to be dealt with in order to move forward from this point, I'm there. I wish I could've hugged so, soo bad, to help you feel better, but... I don't know how you feel, and might never will. But I'm here. Always will be.

I may be pushed away constantly, I may be treated on a totally distant level, and I may never be allowed to get close, but I'm here. I just care about you like that.