"Hey, dear. I'm sorry for not being like what you hope. I'm sorry if I made too much mess. I'm sorry if I had disturbed you. If I can rewind time, I would change my attitude towards you the first time we talked. That time, you didn't know me. That time, I liked you for what you are. So, we tried to get to know each other. We became closer and I moved too straight forward, telling you that I liked you.We shared good times. But, then I blabbered too much. I talked (and still talking) too much about me,whom I don't know. I made you jealous without realising much, and felt happy because you did. I was unfair to you. I'm sorry. I changed, a deed I always do every time. You became tired of me. I understand. But there's nothing I can do."
"Now, the tide turns. You started to go away from me (and that's what I feel). I made you leave me. My fault, I know. To the near future, I don't know what will happen. But read this: I adore you. I can't stop adoring you until, we split up. Until you go somewhere far, while I am in the other side of the globe. I miss you. But,maybe right now I'm just a object of your sarcastic jokes."
Well, well. Give applause to the writer for writing something she couldn't say directly. (haha, it doesn't make sense). Lame, isn't it? Oh, maybe that's just the real her. A coward. Nobody knows. Not even she, herself.