...I'm still angry with you. I'm two thousand years of not letting myself be angry at you, because I was so guilty that I couldn't stand to do much as think a word against you. I don't know when I'm going to stop being angry.

But if you do decide to trust me, then it has to be real trust. That goes both ways, that tells me things instead of trying to hide them because you think that will protect me. Or so help me, next time I won't stop until I actually break your jaw.

...But I love you. Always. Hopefully a little less obsessively and stupidly this time.