Perhaps there isn't really much regret, just sorry.
Perhaps there isn't really much love, just guilt.
Perhaps we really weren't meant to be together in the first place.
We just did too many things.
Far too much than what we're supposed to.
Far too fast than we both can cope and handle.
We're both in the wrong.
Don't blame me.
I won't blame you.
It's a fair game.
I've compensated.
You've given your fair share.
There's no measurement to know who played a bigger part, or major role.
We both know and understood, still, we both agreed.
We started it out together.
Though we didn't end it together like the way it should have.
We did end it.
And that is correct.
Now we'll part, totally, finally.
Eventually all pain will be forgotten, all wounds healed.
All memories faded.
Even the face, the things, the feelings of hatred and misgiving.
You're not the one.
I'm not for you.
You were clear about this,
and now I understand it too.
It's not easy to be friends again.
It'll be more painful if that's the case.
I know it now.
That's why you chose to completely severe all ties.
I like that.
I'll abide to the rule of the game.
It's not yet Game Over.
Because we've unfinished business:
We haven't forget each other's existence.
We're still living in each other's sphere, shadow.
I'm still present, you too.
The rule is that we have to vaporize.
So that's what we're gonna do.
Stranger.
You've moved on earlier than me,
while I stayed put.
Move faster, before I catch up.
I don't wanna cross path with you yet again.
That'll be torturous.
Let the pain cease here.
I don't wanna participate or even peek into your life any further,
lest I get myself hurt.
I know you won't do it too.
Let it be a one-off lump-sum pay-off for whatever we've owed each other,
which my guess now is that there's nothing much left.
So go on.
Hurt me just this last once.
I'll let you go.
Like how you let go of me.
Clean move.
Ciao.
