Letter to position..

Dear you,

Health? Life? Heart?

Is it okay? Do you need me to accompany?

To taste the darkness, to cheers the composition?

To feel the grief, to take the laugh?

I am your friend, maybe not for a while, not that forever too.. can be for this only time.

You've said i've changed? In what terms? when? where? Do we meet to proved that says..

I'm no longer listen to what you've just said. Maybe you never be right before. I hate it. I hate when we're apart from the trustworth.

Your last letter, I can't reply. I know how empty the boxes are. I do realized. Since your last position. When you turn the destiny out of my reach. I guess you'll changed. Perhaps for something good. I can't see the different in you. We're no longer talked to each other. Even look at each other. I guess there's nothing wrong.

But yesterday, u sent me flowers. To cure the grief in yourself. I admit. I can't understand every piece of your words. You said you had took away the disease. I am curious. The roses is something I love. and the disease. Is it me?

I am sorry. I can't understand. I left out all those grief for the last long period of time. I beg for you not to come. and now you did, throwing some of this crab to me to let me realized.

I hate you.

You.

You.

You.

You is me. You is the memory that can't be erased.