I've done you wrong by being fearful. I've fallen short of trusting you. When I fail, I will ask for help. I will trust those I've bled with and for, and those I love, and who love me, to carry me when I would rather crawl. I've done you a disservice, falling short of trusting you, because I was too fearful of disappointment and you have proven me wrong time and again.
If We fail together, I will trust that nothing could have been done to avoid that outcome. I say I love you, and I mean it...
