I dreamt about you last night. I can't exactly remember what the dream was about but I knew you were in it. I could never be mistaken of your tall figure, curly hair that I weirdly adore, your eyes that look so innocent and nose that seem cute to me. Maybe it's because I saw you yesterday. Maybe it's because our eyes met each other.
Maybe it's because I missed you.
But maybe it's because I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I can't be a friend to you anymore.
I'm sorry that I get so awkward around you.
I know you wouldn't like that but I can't help it.
I'm sorry that I didn't greet you on your birthday. Even though you did on mine.
I'm sorry that I didn't send it cuz I was scared.
I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
I'm a huge coward.
