But then I realized it's you who I'd possibly hurt. Because it was me who died. Actually.
Everyday I hope you're there, watching me. So you knew I still alive.
Everyday I hope you're even here, holding me. Ruffling my hair so I could breath. But all I ever see is the avalanche of a dream.
I'm sorry for not attending the funeral ceremony. I just couldn't bear to see you being--buried under my feet.
I just couldn't.
I miss you.
I wish you were here.
I wish.
I miss you, blonde. Things changed.
I'm sorry I don't go to school. I'm sorry I haven't eaten the last piece of strawberry cake you left in your fridge.
You knew the truth I love strawberries. You ignored people saying I loved chocolate.
You were right. Always right.
I miss your touch. I love that smooth line jaw of yours.
I don't mind if you have to appear as a corpse. Or as a ghost. But all I ever want is you.
I want to see you. I didn't get the chance to say goodbye. I want to feel your touch.
I won't be scared if you appear now.
I miss you.
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