What does this even show now? I'm sorry. I feel like crap, I can't draw well. I did this for you, painstakingly.

You lied and said it was in the bin, but I later found out, it was actually still well-kept on your table. Tell me what should I do now?

You told me so many white lies. I know you do feel hurt when you lost me, I know.

Give me a chance, to be yours again alright? I know you do not want us to be this way either.