My dear lover, you don't remember me, do you?
Does it pain you as much as it does me?
Do you cry rivers of heartache?
Do you close your eyes and long for a future where we are together?
I do.
Every single day.
I tried to deaden myself from the flower you blossomed inside my heart.
It blooms, and it's beautiful.
I find myself addicted to its sweetness.
Somehow it captures my mind and doesn't let go.
Not that I want it to be any other way.
My dear lover, you are my heart and soul. Don't ever forget that.