Those crazy lovers are gone now. Will they ever return? I don't know...
For a while, we only kept in touch through messages. Neither of us made an effort to meet. Maybe my disappointment grew just as large as my love.
Ahhh... I want to go on a vacation, wander through wheat fields, let my hands brush against the grains, feel the breeze between rows of barley. I just want some time alone with myself. But that's impossible—vacationing alone feels so distant to me.
All those risks I took... All those lies I told my family... Every time I chose you over my friends—was it all for nothing? The money I spent... was that wasted too?
No. It wasn't for nothing.
I loved you, and we shared beautiful moments. Thank you for giving me that feeling—whether it was mutual or not. Even now, I'll never truly know if you loved me. Even if you say you did, I could never fully trust it.
I'm tired. Worn out from questioning everything. Let's just stay in the routine for a while.
You know what? I haven't had a drink with anyone else since. You were the first and the last, Chris. Not even with my ex-husband...