Having fallen into a deep slumber, I hurt those I loved. Under the cast of no regret, but unknown unconsciousness, I felt good.
But having woken up from the high of fake happiness, pits of utter darkness swallowed me. Weeks passed - and I didn't know - but while I was living to the extreme to sugarcoat my depressing thoughts, I came to notice that I wouldn't wake up. I couldn't wake up. I'm sorry. I realized.
But after all, it doesn't matter. Her innocence and scent of something new attracted you. She is beautiful. And I wasted my chance. If only I could turn back time, I'd have done everything differently.
But who knows, maybe it was a turn to the better. Maybe it should've happened this way.
Because everyone has had their problems, and maybe, only maybe, your love can cure hers and me vanishing forever can cure yours.





But I can't leave, and I'm sorry. Your words, your gestures, they confuse me. You leave traces, pretending it's not there, pretending you don't know. You put all my emotions into a mixer, you make my heart feel again. Without you having noticed, you revived my innocence. Small gestures of you make me all warm and fuzzy and as happy as a sweet child. And I'm sorry, once again. Thinking about you all day and all night, I've come to a decision. I won't give up. As long as you're happy, please go on with your life. But just know that maybe, only maybe, miracles happen. I'm not sorry for being stubborn.