He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me... last petal... he loves me not.
The stem, which just a moment ago held a beautiful flower—the flower that just decided our future—fell to the ground along with my memories of us... or rather, of you, it was never us.
We existed only in my imagination, in my dreams of us, in my desperate desires to wake up next to you every day, to do the silly things that couples do in movies and books, silly things that are still unknown to me, things that would mean everything to me, everything I ever longed for, things you never wanted to share with me.
Someday, I will experience these things with someone else... I hope... but I will always look back at the past and wonder what it would have been like with you. Will I ever be happy without you? Was I happy with you? The truth is... I wasn't... it was pain, it was wasted time, it's just a hole in my life... so why do I keep thinking about it, why am I not willing to let go of this pain?
The pain I felt as a child when a friend in kindergarten stole the lollipop I got from another friend... it was never mine, yet when it was gone, I cried with a genuinely broken little heart.
The stem, in which life no longer flowed, fell to the ground, and I never looked back at it. You were beautiful while you lived. Although it was brief, I will not forget your beauty.
