« You have no idea of how many times I've been thinking lately about how much easier things could have been if we had kept our separated ways.

I never thought it would be like this with you. You were my first everything, and I was certain that was all I needed. But now we are lonely even when we lie next to each other. Thanks to your honesty, I realized of one thing: we're not the same as before. Now we fight over the other's problems instead of talking through them.

I'm going to see my dad. I will end my work here. I have already talked with your father about this; he'll soon find someone else, so do not worry.

Since I know you, I'm asking you not to fear, because I would never be able to hate you in the least. Not today, not in ten years.

I'm sorry you had to put up with everything until now. One day I'll come clean, but now it's not the right time.

Let's go somewhere if we meet then. Really, anywhere.

- Houtarou. »

Nomenclature:

Present =

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-Day-

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Past =

-Month-

A little disclaimer:

This is overly, pointlessly melodramatic and sickeningly cheesy.

I wrote it as a whim and just to put out there a little bit of a passionate love between these two, 'cause I really wanted them to have that.

The story jumps back and forth from a specific year in the past to a specific week in the present, but still in chronological order (kind of like in movies?)