(Please don't read unless you want to hear me talk about what happened on Friday. Thanks!) and if your name begins with a K , I really need you to read this, love.
Understanding is a complicated word. Google defines it as: "Sympathetically aware of other people's feelings; tolerant and forgiving: 'people expect us to be understanding'."
In french: compréhension
in polish: zrozumienie
in dutch: inzicht
in Italian: comprensione
in Lithuanian: supratimas
in Slovak: porozumenie
and Romanian: înţelegere.
I'm trying to help, I swear.
I just don't know what you want me to say or do when you're not open to my help.
I can't do anything if you won't accept an idea.
I regret leaving this time, but you don't know how long I searched.
Just ask my art teacher. I went everywhere looking for you, and I couldn't sit still when I had to sit in class. I couldn't leave class right away because I needed instruction on what was happening with a project. You don't know how much I wanted to leave class so quickly.
Imagine my face - running to the chapel because I was FINALLY out of class. Then finding you not there.
Mr.Ed didn't know where you went. You weren't signed out. You weren't in class.
You weren't in any of the bathrooms. Any hallway. Or the forum. Or Guidance.
Nowhere.
I searched for you, and I was worried sick.
Please, don't ever tell me again that I don't understand. I know I don't understand, but I'm doing my best.
Please, don't ever tell me that I don't care about you, or push me away. I'm doing the best with what I've got. I was so, so worried about you. And then you told me I didn't care about you?
Please, don't ever tell me I'm a bad friend. I already know that.
Understand that I'm doing the best with what I have.
Understand that there are people who love you TO DEATH.
Understand that although some stupid-ass boy decides to come into your life, you . are . strong .
Understand that I love you to bits.
And I end with a song:
Cause what you don't understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya
I’d jump in front of a train for ya
You know I'd do anything for ya
...
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby.
song used: Grenade - Bruno Mars
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