/*Warning: This is not something for you to read. I just felt the need to write this*/
I hate to admit this, but I still think of you. A lot.
I wonder how you are now.
Who you are going out with. What’s he like.
I still wish for your good health. I also wish you continue to enjoy your work, and that your family remains happy.
Also, I hope you know that if ever the day comes when the whole world would seem to be an ugly place, and you just want to run, I’m just here.
I promise I’ll just listen. I won’t dig up the past. And I will not hope for any future.
(rereading what I’ve written so far… *gasp* who is this hideous sentimental person typing away on my keyboard?)
I know, I know. Since that day two years ago, I have always tried to supress this persona. I have always tried to project to my friends an image of a happy, contented me, who’s not pining for you. Not a bit.
But what the hell, I’ll cease suppressing that persona. Just for today.
I’m still in love with you Chie. (There goes my reputation).
And whenever I feel lonely, I think about you. It makes me lonelier yes. But it makes me feel comfort as well. That’s something I can’t even dare to deny to myself, because I know (and all of the cells in my body would agree) that you make me happy.
/*Please leave this page*/
People say that I was different when I was with you, I was extremely happy. And they missed seeing that happy person. I know they’re right, because I also missed being happy. I missed being the person that I was when I was with you. So yeah, I just snort and give them a funny retort. But that’s because maybe it’s the only way I can tell them they were right without me getting depressed.
By the way, I want you to know that despite this sadness I never regretted the day that I left you. Because I think it was the only thing I did that made you happy.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Chie!
I hope you have a good one. And I also hope that people won’t forget to greet you, because that will just make you upset.