Just now I’m in a crowded area, a lot of people here, but they’re busy with themselves. Some of them busy with their works, their problems and so on.
Since I lost you, I can’t work, I can’t think and I can’t do anything else, furthermore, after failed to propose you, I became more broken.
Darya who love me, turned to hate me, and I don’t know how to get any second chance, you told me, hope is the worst thing, yet I take all of those hopes.
I became an introvert, I closed communication with anybody, stopped working, and live like a homeless people.
Dear Darya, I don’t know will you ever read this or not. I never want you to be like this, to be like me, if something can make you happy, do it. Just I want you to know, that I love you always, and never stop loving you.
Dear Darya, if you want me to suffer, you got it, I won’t complain about all of my condition, if you want to say that I am a loser, you can. Do everything that can make you satisfied.
Even if you stop loving me, I will always loving you, always hoping for you, and pray for you the best, even it turns me to endless painful, I will take it.