Happy days die...but some survive

Now my first week in Canada is over and in general I can say: It was a very good time and I enjoyed it. But now I'm worried. Worried about my cousin in germany. She didn't tell me in the direct way that she's feeling bad, but I read it between the lines and in some of her blogtexts. I did wrong things. I said the wrong things to her. Everytime I just try to help her, make her feel better and go with her through the dark times. But my words, when I was there some weeks ago, just reach the wrong. I don't know what was going on, but I just said things without tinking about them and that was so wrong. I'm so sorry about it. And since I made this mistakes it feels like there's something between us. Something that shouldn't be there. I try to push it away, but I'm not sure if it works. I hope so. I hope that she forgave me. With this text I want to tell her that she's not alone. That I will help her through the dark times again, that there's the same relationship like one month ago. I love you, I will help you. When I am back in germany, we'll meet us again and at first I will hug you. Just hug you. My dear, I hope I can make feel you better, even though there's a big distance. Don't be sad, don't worry. Push everything away, whichs not good for you. Punish the others, not yourself. Remember my words. You are never alone. That's something you taught me. I love you! see you! CFS