The recent spate of incidents are teaching me a lot. I'm beginning to think that maybe we do get blinded by love afterall, especially when it concerns your kin. You definitely don't intent on causing the hurt but it happens. Your over-protectiveness tends to toe alongside the ship of care that it begins to suffocate. You get so blinded that you forget to see the other side of the argument most of the time. I'm so worried I'll turn out exactly to be like you. I hope I'm always reminded of what I'm going through now even though they aren't the best memories to hold on to. Let this pass soon enough and give me the strength to handle everything in between till then.