a piece of cake

I know myself well.
I am not that kinda generous girl.
But I am trying very hard to be one, persuading myself day and night.

It is not anger that turned on the tear button.
Most of the time, it is the overflowing of disappointment.
Disappointment comes from expectations.
Maybe I am expacting too much from you.

I am trying to persuade myself to forgive and forget.
But, I am still an amateur.
All I can do, is asking for a piece of cake.
With the piece of cake as a reason to forgive, I am excluding every single reason not to forgive.
It is not the physical existence of the cake that matters, it is the meaning and reason of the cake that counts.
I wonder when will you start listening to my heart.

思いが届かなかったことについて、本当に残念です。