It's been a year since our last goodbyes. We've separated with the underrated deliberation of your adulthood. I'm still youthful back then. Perhaps, much of my regrets we're soon to slowly form, realizing that I made a bunch of mistakes for you and for us. However, I also tried my best to be better than the usual.
Without you my parents were too happy to still have their only daughter, me, the bachelor. I have really lived well as you may see. The 'cool off' worked out for me as the finest. How I could freely go without your family-oriented-consent and do any of the acts that I want. It's just so crazy going liberally. Truly crazy that I didn't know how this would happen.
It wasn't fleeting and it scares me. I am now seeing flashbacks and it's not simply black and white. Thus, it is highly tinted with neon to clearly depict what went before.
I'm missing you that it makes me weaker to lament.
I'm sorry for causing you all the blame.
I'm sorry if I canceled everything going and not supporting your dreams.
I'm sorry for rejecting the proposal.
I'm really sorry for all the pain and troubles.
I'm sorry for letting you go.
I'm sorry for not being with you perpetually.
And I'm sorry for ranting, just now. For not letting you know that I, also suffered a little. That though you loved me unconditionally and I did not, I haven't endured yet.
Please don't keep me ranting. I just need your greetings. Damn, you cannot forget.
