Every time I read things like this, I get reminded about things I don’t want to remember. I wish I’d never gone through any of your shit, because I know that the side of you I thought died when we started dating had been there the entire time. In a lot of ways, you’re still the same selfish, immature person you were a year and a half ago, and that’s probably why I bring up your past so much. I don’t want you to make the same mistakes you’ve already made more than once.

I’ve forgiven you for a lot of things that would’ve driven other men away the second they found out about them. You’ve forgiven me for doing stupid shit repeatedly too, and that’s something that I’m grateful for. I keep telling myself to be patient.