You

To you, who had been so kindly to me:

I'm sorry for our future, once so vivid in our heads, no unable to take form. I'm sorry for my heart, that even I had loved you so hard and so fiercely, you kept running away from me. I'm sorry for not being the one that you expected, when you first fell for me. I'm sorry for myself, who woke up at 4 am thinking of you and crying so hard that I can't open my eyes. Most of all, I'm sorry for me, who lost her best friend and person she loved most in the world. I'm sorry that I can't make you stay, no matter how hard I beg you. But thank you for this life lesson, for teaching me to guard my heart again, and never let it get beaten and bruised. Thank you for your love, and for being kind and patient towards me. Thank you for making happy the past seventeen months, and for letting me know there is much to learn in growing up.

If anybody is reading this, please direct him here, for this is what I want to very much tell him, but no longer have the courage to do so. And yes, loss tastes like salt, and of mucus and this gaping hole in your heart when you realize once again, you're alone on this vast world when once you were part of a pair.