How many weeks has it been since you broke up with me? I started to wonder, then brushed the thought aside.

I was sure you'd come back. I thought you'd return and beg for forgiveness. So why haven't you come back? Why hasn't there been a single call? I started to get worried. Worried that you might leave me forever.

No, that's not right. Guest, my lovely Guest, wouldn't just abandon me, right?

I considered begging you. If I let you know I'm reflecting on my mistakes, wouldn't you come back?

Because you're uselessly soft-hearted.

I walked the streets with many thoughts crossing my mind. Perhaps out of habit, I found myself at that path you used to love.

A place where beautiful flowers bloom all year round. It felt like you might come running out from there calling my name at any moment, so I tried to leave. I really intended to leave. So why is it that I see a familiar back?