Begging.

That's the same emotion I saw in his stormy eyes five years ago. Emotions that I tried to drive crazy because I chose to understand how I felt. I was mad and hurt that time - thinking that he really did hurt me. Thinking that he just played with my feelings when all I did was to love him no matter how forbidden it was because of my parents.

But I'm wrong. I nurtured my anger at him which I shouldn't have. If anyone should be angry with us, it's him. Not me. If anyone should nurture resentment, there is no one else but him alone. And most of...