i still regret the day i went inactive last march 2021 because i never would've thought that that was the last day i could talk to you. the silly conversation we had, if i remember correctly, was about me complaining smt about in uni and you being there as the sweetest, kindest, and funniest soul i've ever had the pleasure to meet (online).
it still hurts me, there are so many words unsaid that remained deep inside my heart that i wanted to cry out and tell you. i shouldn't have let our conversation end with you telling me the progress on your carenderia. it was utterly stupid of me to think that you were doing fine because i wasn't. i never wanted to share my burdens to you because i know how much you've went through and i trusted you that you'd do fine—but you weren't. i trusted your words because i really do, i want you to be happy—i have always wished you happiness because you made me the happiest when i was down myself. i wanted to shoulder your burdens, to have you trust me with your problems but i wasn't able to capture your heart as much as you did to me.
pathetic, right? i don't care if what we have together isn't something people would refer to be official but i have cared for you. i have loved you and i have hurt for you. you will always have a special place in my heart despite all the things that had happened. i know that i should've done more, to care more and do more than what you keep on telling me to but... i was too late, yeah?