If only you were there, if you could talk to me, not really, even if you were just standing next to me. But what about you people?
Did you cry for a long time before you completely let go of that person? I used to think that separating two people who loved each other must be accompanied by unforgivable betrayal and irrevocable quarrels. Later, I found out that when people's hearts die, they can't speak. You know, for countless moments before that breakup, I thought, it would be nice if you were there, if you could talk to me. No, even if you just stand by my side, but you haven't been there once. So after you left, all my helpless and lonely moments, I learned to survive alone, from trivial things I want to tell you, to the sky falling down all carrying myself, how many times I have to experience disappointment and grievances in the middle, only I know.
I don't regret loving you, and thank you for what you taught me along the way. But if we can choose again, next time, we will not meet again.