I wanted to see you today.
I’m glad I didn’t see you. I don’t want to see your face.
I feel delighted hearing your name mentioned.
It is feels like a curse, when your name mentioned they open up a bad memories.
I missed you.
I’m done with you.
I hope you’re living a happy life.
Did you see how was I’m doing with my life?
You changed me.
I was a ruin, my mind ruined, my heart was a mess. Because of you.
Did I ever cross your mind ever since?
Do you think I don’t have a right to shout out that I’m hurt because I hurt you first? You leave me. The person who made me felt that I had a meaning in someone else’s life for the first time. I was like this leaf floating on river, following where the stream goes like ant other leaves, but now I want to swim back across the stream to the place where I can be happy. I could have stay floating and find a mild happiness, but I want that same happy feeling, a genuine happy feeling, that would last with me years after years in bad situation. I’m a fool for looking back, unaware of my surrounding. I had a grip on a new genuine happiness, but I didn’t grasp it tightly.
I’m a fool.
I’m sorry to the present.