Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses and I left them there to die
So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right
I go back to December all the time

Please, don't leave.

"If that's all you've got to say I'm going now." Zoro said coldly.

I made an attempt to call you one last time, but my voice failed me. I just stood there, staring at your back and watching you leave.

It was just like that time. That time when I asked for freedom when I thought I needed it. I asked for a temporary release. You even begged me not leave. However, our conversation turned sour.

"What are you saying? Are you breaking up with me? What did I do wrong?"

"I'll be back. I just need some air. You know exactly how I spent my days before you. I love fooling around. It's just how I really am. However, I don't want to do that to you. I don't want to do something to hurt you." I said. My voice was trembling, it was probably because of the cold weather.

"So, breaking up with me is supposedly for my sake?! Really now?! I know you still want to peel every woman out of their clothing, I know you still get swayed by them! Do you know how hard it is for me? However, I hold on. I tighten my grip on you because I don't want you to slip away!" Your voice was getting louder. I could even hear the pain in each word you said, but my mind was becoming a blur. It was like, all the hurt I have inside was pouring. Flowing.

"Are you telling me that it was my fault now? Do you even heard me complain after your fights when tons of women surrounded you like swarms of bees and clings to you! You know nothing!"

"Hah! You should've said that! I would gladly turn all of them down for you!"

"But you didn't! You smiled at them, touch them, and even let them kiss you!"

"You are talking about shit now! I wasn't the one in control with that! Unlike you, I saw you flirting with one of your exes! Talking like nothing happened, perhaps you do that every time you think I'm not around! You must be a whore!" I didn't know that you saw us talking, we were just talking about our past and how breaking up was the best thing we did. He even invited me at his wedding. I even told him that I would settle soon after his marriage, I just knew that you're perfect for me.

"Yeah, you're right! What now?! You already know what kind of person I really am! When will you say that we're through? I don't want to keep playing your game!" I didn't know why I said that. It just really hurt to hear you say that to me. Did you really think that I'm a whore? Did you really think that I could do that to you? Didn't you see how much I'd loved you?

After hearing my answer, you stormed out of my house. Throwing the flowers you bought for me and slamming the door real hard. The neighbors probably heard everything, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to cry that time. All I wanted was to pour all the pain and hurt I felt.

I wished, I could've said all those things to you. I wish I could bring back the time and tell these things to you.

You were to leave me once again.

Stop. No. Don't leave me. Not again.

I so wanted to reach out to you now and pull you back to your seat. However, I got scared. I didn't want to see that stoic expression again. It's like all your emotions were buried somewhere deep.

Hey, bring it back.