No one has ever said anything like this to me before.
The lingering image I see, the past that made him, even when I close my eyes.
I’m a hopeless coward.
I’m using your past as an excuse.
I ran away.
I thought I was the only one getting hurt. Not you.
It doesn’t matter how short our time is, even just, until your feeling change, that enough.
To be honest, it still scares me.
But I’ll do the best I can and you’ll understand, right?
I could be hopeless, even then I do my best.