I simply pointed out that you talked about cars a little too much. Cars that you see everyday, stuff that weren't unique. I told you that I was bothered and annoyed by it.
For the longest time, I kept my mouth shut. I knew how much cars meant to you and that it was your escape. I KNEW, so don't go off about how I don't know. Why do you think I keep encouraging you to fix up your car? Only to just put you down on it afterwards? No. I love the fact that you love cars, that you dream of fixing up your baby completely. Why do you think that I discourage you to NOT sell your supra? I love that car, and that car make you happy, so don't go to the extreme of selling it.
You can't simply drop the topic of cars and erase it from your memories. Cars were what brought us together in the first place.
Babe, I love you. You know I do. You also know that if I had an issue with you, I would tell you. If I didn't, it would bother me so much to the point where I wouldn't be able to bear it. I'd would rather tell you and have you know than to have you completely oblivious and hurt in the end.
I'm sorry that I said it with a harsh tone. I didn't mean for it to sound that way. What I said, just came out of my mouth, without any thoughts.