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The great love that ended last week. The parting words were a mess. I'm on my way to your house to pick up my things. The roads are jammed on the weekend. It's tough on beginners. Don't honk like that. I just want someone to be kind to me. "I'm almost there, wait, are you home?" Ah, this is the worst. I didn't want to see you. I'm afraid I'll say something stupid like "I don't want to go home yet," so please forgive me for acting tough. Before I knew it, I even got used to eating the ramen you like. You don't belong to me anymore, do you? I have no lingering feelings for a finished love, but I want to stay in this room that smells like you just a little longer. I decided I wouldn't cry. I wonder if we'll run into each other at that izakaya we used to go to. I want to be able to say, "How have you been?" "I'm almost there, I'm getting out now." Ah, this is the worst. I feel like I'm going to cry. Maybe I'll just hug you and say I don't want to go home... just kidding. That's all a lie. At least make me feel special on the way back. We won't see each other again, right? Don't forget me. We broke up, so I came to pick up my luggage.