Even though we would fight, it doesn’t matter, he has always an alternative. He can trully laugh and be happy while we are on a rough times. And who am I to clamor?

Every time we fought and hurting him I feel I am a failure. Failing to make the day happy and very lousy partner. And can’t make the things his first one does or some of his “sweet friends” as what he reminds me. A very far from the first. No matter what I do I’m not the first one and just the second best or better or good. I guest the first will always be within as what others says and its true.

Accept…Accept…Accept…Accept…Accept…Accept…Accept…Accept…Accept…