To sum up the 4 years that we have known each other,
there are still few things that I am uncertain about you.
But I remember every little things that you did that makes my heart flutters with happiness.
I remember how spiciness is your brutal enemy but you still go for that spicy food that I love.
And how flowers makes your nose uncomfortable but you still bought them for me anyways.
How long text makes you cringe, but you still make an effort to write for me.
I guess it was me,
it was never your fault.
I’m sorry for letting it go.