Dear, sorry...

Dear, I teased you last night for not helping you to pack your luggage. I even passed you the radio taxi's phone number for you to call a cab to the airport. This is the first time I behave so so so badly.

It's not that I don't care about you. It just that I want you to give me a hug, telling me that you need me...

In the end, I still helped you out, after seeing you facing problem to fold up your shirts. You even search the net to find info on how to fold a shirt. Oh, pity you.....

I'm sorry, my dear...