someone once said memories are simply a product of one's imagination, created from the fragments of the past. remembering is the same as seeing an illusion. so what does it mean to live? what if I stopped there? if I had taken a turn? if I hadn't come across that bump in the road? if I hadn't taken a detour? if I had never stopped? what if... back then what if? I made so many choices. and there was a me who made mistakes. but it's always been me, the same goes for you, for him, for everyone. it's all fine. the times I laughed. the times I cried. they are all part of my kind memories. and so I will pray again today. may you memories be kind to you too. even if I'm sad, I'm happy again when I see you smile. I just wanna scream it out. all out. please...
I'm sorry I'm sad
I'm sorry I'm clingy
I'm sorry I fall to fast and get too attached
I'm sorry my life is mess
I'm sorry I'd rather sit alone than people I dislike
I'm sorry for everything
and for nothing...
PLEASE JUST DON'T LEAVE
