I sat lonely today on my way back home. It was quiet, and silently, I fell asleep due to the over-fatigue from the famine and bon odori >.< Anyway....

A person whom I loved since young. A childhood friend. She was the first non-related person I had ever slept in the same room with. That time we were so young, so innocent, and naive to even understand the word love... We were so happy together. We grew up together. She may be the one I might have loved forever. It was unfortunate, that she had to part with me. She left now... And is somewhere far from me. I have not talked to her for a few years already. I didn't know what made me thought of her, but I remembered of our times way back then. In school, in her house, in my house...

Laughing and talking she seemed fine. At times she walked alone and silently weep within. A person who I intended to love more than I know that I should. My last year having to spend tme with her. Yet, I could not do anything to make her feel happier, feel more interested in herself, feel better going with her life. She could seem like a happy person, but I know that she has many sufferings that I could never get to know much about it. She hides them inside and never talks about them. Out of school, she has a lot more to think of. I sympathise her, as well as pray for her. I hope that she would be rid of all those troubles and live a better life. I hope I could help, but she seem to hide away. I know she doesn't see me... But may my remaining heart give her the strength to face her problems...

I woke up, and saw the doors opening. I got my bag, and walked out. I begin to hate myself, for being someone who is always irritating. I didn't know what else to do. And deep inside, I feel that I am changing... Saying goodbye to the old me... the one who would try not to cause any trouble for others... the one who would never hate anyone. I hope I could find him again.