Once, in a relationship that I thought was going to last, I thought wrong.
Again, in this relationship that I think and I hope will stand the test of time, I wonder if I'm mistaking you for someone else.
Someone that understood and accepted me as all that I am, all this while. Someone who's willing to fight for me and by my side. Someone who's not afraid to lose me for his conviction tells him it will never happen. Someone I could love without hurting so much from every single frown of impatience and brush of rejection, for the remedy is in the quick act of saying sorry.
I'm sorry I thought that someone was you. And I'll repeat this mistake over and over again if I have to.