03675, Sir!

I’m afraid that one day you’d be like him, grew tired from all the shits that I’ve given to him; that you might find a new source of happiness, of everything that I promised to do or give but didn’t. Please do remember that I really do love you whatever mood I’m in. You know how my mood works. Just be honest, and if you’re on the point of giving up, tell me. So I could change and be your better source of your shit loads of everything again.