I went to your house last week. Yeah, the day you and I had that really big fight. The sunlight on my skin for the first time in a while was stinging. You were wearing a dress; you looked really beautiful. I ended up exhausting you again. It's because of me, because I acted like a total idiot. But you looked like you weren't even angry at me. Why don't you hold onto me even if I say I'm leaving? You used to hold me and stay with me until dawn. Why don't you tell me you love me? You used to say it every single day. Why do you only sigh when I cry? You used to comfort me. You've become so cold. You weren't like this before. Your flushed cheeks and soft hair. Your unique scent and the smell of your shampoo. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you, truly. I know you're unhappy with how I am. But can't you look at me just one more time? Please, I'm begging you. I'm so scared. Don't throw me away. I can't forget you.