it’s an old story
it’s a bit private
and actually it doesn’t need to be shared
but it just hard to forget
a story which is not mine
somebody whom i’ve never known told me
i just feel regret, why i didn’t reply that message..
and why those messages were really different, those which i got and which somebody got..
u told a same story actually but the ‘tone’ was so much different
and unfortunately, i read all those stories, those u gave to me and one u gave to someone
i didn’t mean anything to write this, just try to be relieved
i hope someday we’ll meet and talk and be friend..