I wish I had told you sooner.
Before it was too late.
I had the whole thing set up.
The piano.
A ring...
Everything.
But you never gave me a chance to tell you.
You saw the music on my piano and ran off.
I wish you hadn't.
I wanted to pour my heart to you.
But you ran, it's been three days...
You ran because you thought...
You thought that...
No one will notice you left forever.
I guess my heart means nothing to you then...
