Arel

You did great.
          
          Stop thinking about unnecessary things, you're poisoning yourself.

Happy birthday, Oboi.

I'm scared.

I know, you know, we know
          You weren't down for forever and it's fine.
          
          I know, you know, we know
          We weren't meant for each other and it's fine.
          
          But if the world was ending,
          You'd come over, right?
          
          ...right?

I want it to be you who laughs and says, "The snow is beautiful."
          I want it to be you who looks delighted and says, "But it's cold, isn't it?"
          At the end of that hand I grabbed when I was about to slip.
          I want it to be you who says, "Thank you," with a cheerful look.
          I just want it to be you, everything.

Do I bore you?

Was never meant to be the spotlight.

Now that it's over, you blame it all on me.
          I know I should be bitter, but baby right now I'm bittersweet.

Reminiscing the past like a parched man in the desert, like an addict without his drugs.

Some things are better left unsaid.