Before I blacked out I swore I was vomiting blood. You kicked me in the face not once but twice and walked away.
You didn't look back but then again, I wasn't expecting you to…
I guess you could say this is one great big memory pieced together from lots of little ones.
Yeah… because it's really that pathetic. And so am I. Whatever…
My feelings back then were unstoppably torturous. I wanted you back. I still feel the same, just to a lesser extent. Sometimes I say that I don't care anymore. Other occasions I think about all the good times we shared. I will never forget when we watched the fireflies together, or that beautiful sakura blossom you gave me, or when we fell asleep in each other's arms under the pale vermillion sky.
You treat me as little more than an annoyance but I will always see you as someone worth remembering. Someone worth my time. Someone who I'd spare some space in my head for.
You question my motives? You wonder why I remain loyal to you? The reason is more simple than you make it out to be. Love, my dear, is more than just demonstrating passion towards someone. It's that fondness which wants to share, help and provide for them. A feeling I guess you haven't had the pleasure of experiencing yet.
You know I love you so don't lie to yourself.
Is this too much for you to bear? Well, I can only tell you the one thing you told me as I crumpled to the floor, begging for you. Get over it! Get over yourself…