My letter to you.

At this very moment, when I’ve said I went to bed, memories of us are rolling on my mind. Those days when we were together from the sun rises until sets. All we had were laughs, smiles, and many things we had done together. Remembering those days when you would be there whenever I needed you, makes my tears melt. Every single night, I was impatience to see morning. It had means that I would see you. We were apart only for hours, literally. You were always stand by me. Cheered me up whenever I got sad. Companied me everytime. Looked for me secretly. All you had done become truly sincere memories to me. Why are you so charm to be true? Like you’ve said, “Memories stay” yes it does. Wish I could go back and rewind things. Seeing you not as hard as nowadays. I’m sorry for all I’ve done to you. Not replying what you feel for me. Doesn’t mean you haven’t tried hard to get my heart. You did great, dear. It’s just me can’t be with you (yet). Keep fighting for me until you feel to let me go. By the time I’m typing, my tears melt on my cheeks. I miss you. I realized, I hate myself for not letting you be mine. I miss our memories. I’m sorry I can’t keep my words for not crying because of you.