Letter (Other ver)

Did I say it right? Will it reach you?

I was lying.
I kept hiding something important, all along.

When you found out, you didn't shout at me.
You told me off properly. That cut even deeper.

I wrote it in the letter -
"Someday, when your feelings have healed even just a little,
and you can find me somewhere in the corner of your mind,
let's talk again."

I don't know if it will ever come true. It might just be my ego.
Even so, I'm holding onto that prayer, trying to be a better person.

I loved you - the way you bloomed like a sunflower, quietly and steadily.
I loved your smile. I loved your embarrassed face. I loved every part of you.
The ordinary, unremarkable days we spent together - they were irreplaceable.

The relationship was built by a version of me who was lying.
But the relationship itself was real. I still believe that.

I believe in the day I'll see you again.
Thank you. I'm sorry. I love you.