i’m sorry about those nights. i’m sorry i can’t get it off of my head, that thoughts. i’m sorry i keep hurting you again and again.
it’s been two years since i moved out from the house and i still have no ability to forget what happened that night. you said that i have no right to listen to the conversation between you and mom. you said that it was her fault and you told me to go to my room …
maybe she’s right. maybe there’s something wrong with your personality.
the sky is bright tonight. i remember the time when you took me to cartil, had a glass of energen then got back home. the sky was bright, too that night. it was fine, we were fine. that’s what i thought. 3 years and 7 months, too much things, too much feelings, but no love.
everyone has regret. everyone has something to tell but has no courage to speak. but sometimes some things are better left unsaid, let it be forgotten, and create a lifetime regret. what? that’s just how life works, no?