I am not angry. If you asked me, I would give you a second chance. Not because I love you, which I do, but because I know. I know where you are, and how much it would have helped me if someone reached out and told me "I don't care what you did, I am here." You are not broken. There is nothing to fix. You fucked up, like everyone does. This does not make me love you less. This does not change your worth. Don't say you're sorry. I already know. I have been there too.
And I will love you through this. If you'll let me.
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