indifferent

　　I understand you, but that's all. I also don't agree with you. Those three years were just a fleeting moment, as if your meticulous care never existed, as if that intimate relationship never happened, as if I was never there. Your decision is yours; you don't need to tell me. But I don't think you need to shut me out either. You might think I disagree, but what disagreement is there? It's hard for someone who's been hurt to accept things, but in this love, I hope you're open and honest. If you don't want others to know, why publicize it so openly? I know this is all wishful thinking, but what can't be let go of is simply unforgettable.

　　I only remember our first meeting; your flamboyant beauty was beyond my reach. Then, little by little, we became intimately close.

　　I only remember your vulnerability, your kindness, your undisguised disgust, your undisguised worry

　　. Later, all I remember is your beauty, your flamboyance. These are

　　my inner thoughts, written to you, my friend, as a passerby. I wish you happiness.