Love is tolerance and forgiveness.

Today, we had the furthermost worst quarrel in our history. Can’t deny, there was plenty of shouting, threatening, call hanging and ignoring.

Often, it’s these little misunderstandings that led to such unfortunate events. With the additional stubbornness that we brought with us while we enter this world, it’s easy to imagine how aggressive our quarrels can be.

This time round, we were two timer bombs that finally blast off after periods of silence ticking. It was totally stupid, the whole thing was dumb (very dumb). Moments like that, the thoughts to hurt, to triumph, to stand firm on individual views exceeds the memories of togetherness and everything pleasant that we did for each other.

It is a shame.

We were yelling at each other, each wanting to prove their theories right. Ended up, we were both mentally and physically tired out by verbal injuries and almost lose each other to that few minutes of absurdity.

Under such circumstances, Baby still called my mum.

He told her that we had just quarreled; call her to check on me, to make sure I wasn’t doing anything silly. Yes, this whole event was dull shit. We know clearly in each other hearts that no matter whatever harshness that came what from our mouth; it was never ever mean to be.

He was the sweetest thing that happened to my life. I witness his changes and love towards me; it has never dropped by a bit but increase by a lot.

This is a nightmare and a lesson we want to remember for life, these years had been something we shared together and we almost lost it.

Sorry & I love you, Justinlove.