there's still so much apology that I haven't told, so much guilt that I deeply keep, towards people I really don't want to lose, towards them I really love and am grateful for having (or maybe ever had?) there's still so much gratitude for meeting and knowing them that I have not showed , so much care and concern about them that I wrongfully expressed or whose ways to be manifested into behavior I foolishly chose. those people may be still around, or having the good times and conversations with me, but sometimes I wonder whether I've done my best for them, or whether I've showed my love along right, or whether I'm still important to them, or whether I've just lost them emotionally, or whether there's any other trust left towards me. I just try to always be and do the best for every single person I love, when in the fact the idea is impossible, and it has always been. I'm just so much far from the definition of perfection---even jus