If I told you, you'd just say "nevermind" or "uh huh".
Face it, you would. You know you would.
It's not that I love you in that way. I wont speak for you, but I
dont think I'm old enough to know what love is. Still, everyone
needs friends, and you WERE my friend. I guess, in a way, you still
are, but it's just not the same anymore.
I doubt you'd remember -- and I'm glad that you dont -- but it bugs
me a bit, to think that we cant talk like we used to. Maybe I'm
paranoid. What am I to you? We never really talked much. It was
just charm. Stupid charm. And hormones, of course. Yet you always
knew what to say. I'm not seeking for that. I've had enough of that
already. But nonetheless, I apologize. I apologize for being
insensitive, if that's what it seemed like to you. People tell me
that you are fine, and I honestly believe them. But, if that's the
case, can't we just go on acting like normal? It's impossible to
erase the past, and I know it, but can't we look over it? When I go
back, if I go back, if I ever decide to walk back to that good ol'
gym and watch you guys train again, if ____, _____ and _____ come
up to talk to me, will you come with them? Will you still be
laughing? Or will you ignore me, and let me ditch Singapore, ditch
Raffles, ditch everything I've been hoping for? I know ____, ____
and ____ will be there, I know they will. But it's different. Don't
you see? I dont know you, I admit. I hardly know you. But it bugs
me. You were someone I could talk endlessly to, and never get
bored. True, sometimes, you didnt agree with me, but it was okay.
You really cheered me up.
It's not really the same anymore, and maybe it'll never be the
same
But I'm sorry.
