I’m weak. That moment when we looked at each other for the first time. A moment. One second. Like the whole world around us stopped. How you looked at me. I never felt like this. We both felt it. It was full of lust. When you touched me. It meant so much. I know it, you know it. You haunt me everywhere. I would give everything I have to be with you, feel you, talk to you, touch you, kiss you. Again. Just for a moment. I promise.

If I could, I would try harder.

I have broken heart. And I broke it by myself. I didn’t try enough. It's my fault.
I’m sorry.