You sucks at football. You dont have the speed. You dont have the composure to score goals. And your teamwork is next to nothing. You screwed up a lot in the field.
But I will still pass the ball to you. Simply because you're my teammate, and you're my friend. That's how much I trust you. How much hope I put in you.
You sucks in borrowing stuff. Every time when I lent you stuff, you'd either lost it or damaged it.
But I will still lend you my stuff. Simply because you're special to me. That's how much you mean to me. How much you matters to me.
You're a big fat liar. And bad one. Everytime you lied you kantoi almost instantly.
But I will still listen and chew every bs you threw at me. Simply because you're my son. That's how much I love you. Unconditional love where nothing would change the way I love you.
Unconditional love. Even if I have 9 lives like cats, I would still trust my life in your hands. I would give my heart to you over and over again. Even if you crushed it. Even if you lost it.
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