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FW: Re: Thank you, sorry and goodbye

-----Original Message-----
From: him
Sent: Thu, 11 Mar 2010 18:37:19 -0800 (PST)
To: me
Subject: Re: Thank you, sorry and goodbye

I'm sorry. That's the only thing I can say to you right now. And you don't have to say sorry for the things you have done because you have every right to do those things to me. I acknowledge my weaknesses and faults. I'm sorry if I was afraid to say to you before that I was being unhappy with what's going on between us. I'm sorry if I got frustrated to make you understand that I have things I wanted to do in my life like this business thing and how I'm getting depressed over my failure. I'm sorry if I get irritated on how I thought your Nanay dictates how our lives should run. If there is someone to blame with what's happening right now, it is me.I'm sorry if I wasn't answering your phone call or text messages. It's because I don't know what to say to you or hear you crying over the phone. Believe it or not, it breaks my heart whenever I know you're crying. Don't worry about me I'll be fine. It's you who I'm worried about. I want to be alone right now and pick up the pieces of my life that I shattered myself. I wish we can smile when we see each other in the time to come. I am really sorry for everything. I want nothing else but your happiness.

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