Love means never having to say sorry...

But that's exactly what he did. He apologised for not being alert enough to see what or how I was feeling. And that hurt. A lot. I am okay with just about everything, but not when he says 'I'm sorry'. It also hurt because it wasn't his fault at all. Me, being the perennially panicky person, blowed a small thing out of proportion, and in a fit of rage, wrote a blog criticising him left, right and centre. I should have known better. He read it, it caused him pain to learn that I felt so neglected. I didn't. I've always been acting like this bratty attention-loving person, while he keeps giving it to me unconditionally. What I went through once I realised he had read it, I'd not forget. But I knew there was no way I could even see this blog again. Let alone write one. Because I felt terrible for writing what I did, for not having a check on my temper. So I deleted all my posts.

However, in the explanations and counter-explanations that ensued, I quoted this line from The Love Story to tell him that no matter what, he never should feel that he's neglecting me because that isn't true at all . Because even if he did, he never has to apologise. Because I'm sure there would be a good enought reason for him doing that. Also, I'm so hopelessly in love with him that it wouldn't matter. I might get as angry but I'd come back to him because I love him and there's othet place I'd rather be. Because without him, I've nowhere else to go.

And the only reason I'm writing again is because he extracted a promise out of me to do so. I'd do anything for him. And mushy as it may sound, I'm happy to have written this because what happened on Sunday left a profound effect on me.