So, you tell me you’re f*cking afraid of my f*cking past. Well, PAST IS PAST, deal with it. Yes, I know, I used to be a “bad person”. Yes, I know, I did some things in the past, and I’m not proud of it. But you know what? I DON’T REGRET A SINGLE F*CKING THING. Why? Because it made me who I am. If it wasn’t for those things maybe THIS, YOU AND ME, could be so different. If you really want to make things work you have to get over it, I’m sorry, but it’s like that. I mean, I know it’s freaking you out ‘cause you think one day I’m gonna go with other guy and blahblahblah, but you know what? I won’t. Why? ‘cause you made me change. Yes, because of you I want to be a better person, and if you really want THIS you should accept my past ‘cause it’s part of me. I never tell you anything about your past ‘cause… I DON’T FUCKING CARE! I DON’T CARE WHO YOU WERE, I LIKE YOU, THE PRESENT YOU, ‘CAUSE I KNOW THE PRESENT YOU. Yes, I know I like to drink, and to go out with my friends and.. “so what we get drunk, so what we smoke weed, we’re just having fun, we don’t care who sees. so what we go out, that’s how it’s supposed to be, living young & wild &free. “

You told me you wanted to stay away from me, and maybe you don’t realize that when you said it you turned my world upside down. I thought things were going to work out easily and I thought that I was the afraid one… I was wrong, I guess.

I really, I really really want this to work out, I really do… and I’ll do my best, I promise. But I guess you’re not ready to take a chance and try it, you’re not ready for the unknown. 

The worst? I’m never going to tell you this. Why? Idk, I guess I’m as afraid as you…sorry.