You were the one I thought of when I was having the most difficult time. When I couldn’t say anything to anyone, but had to keep it to myself. When I felt like I was going to die, because it was so hard for me, I wanted to tell you. I had to tell you. You disappeared. The one person, who I came to trust the most in the world, suddenly disappeared.
I love you, you bastard. That’s why even if you have to hurt me in the future, just tell me that you’re sorry. I’ll never be able to find another man who loves me. The pain you’ve
caused me is so great, that the remaining scar will be so ugly, that no
one is ever going to be able to love me. That’s why… That’s why I want
you to tell me that you’re sorry. Then I’ll be able to live again, when
you do. If it hurts, I’m going to be hurt anyway, don’t say that
everything as fake, okay? Say you’re sorry, tell me you’re