You were a high school girl, overwhelmed by the world, stumbling through mistakes and struggling with your emotions. But there was him.

He was older, a university student with striking looks, wealth, and a calm presence. But it wasn’t those things that drew you to him it was his kindness, his understanding, and the way he loved you in ways you never fully understood. Despite his youth, he was wise and steady, like the calm center of your chaotic world.

One day, in a moment of excitement, you tried driving his car. The thrill quickly turned to panic when you crashed it, and your heart dropped. You froze in fear, expecting anger, but when you looked at him, all you saw was calmness as if it wasn’t the disaster you thought it was.

This was always how he was with you. When you made mistakes, like burning food, he accepted it without complaint. Your faults didn’t matter he loved you unconditionally, always offering you comfort when you felt small.

Then came the day you feared the most: you ruined his university project, the one he had worked on tirelessly for a year. With trembling hands, you entered the living room, certain he wouldn’t forgive you. But when he saw you, with tears in your eyes, he motioned for you to come closer. There was no anger, just warmth as he took your hand and pulled you into his embrace, showing that nothing you did could change his love for you.

His hand ran through your hair, his voice soft yet amused, as if he already knew what you had done:

So, what did you do this time?

A small smile tugged at his lips, and you realized he had already accepted your mistakes.

It’s okay, baby. Do whatever you want. Make all the mistakes you need to, I will always bear them for you. He lifted your chin gently, making you meet his gaze, and whispered softly, Just tell me, what did you do?