You know, I still catch myself smiling at the stupid little jokes we shared, like they’re echoes I don’t want to let go of. Talking with you again felt easy... a bit too easy. For a moment I genuinely thought maybe things could stay simple...just like before.

But the more I felt, the more I realized it couldn’t work. My own kokoro kept pulling me somewhere messy, somewhere you didn’t ask for. I wanted so badly just to stay your friend, just to keep laughing with you like nothing had changed.

And now... knowing that’s still impossible, I’ll still carry those nights with me. I’ll miss you more than I can say. Sayonara feels too final, but maybe it’s all I have left... if we were to hold hands again, will you let me smile just once more?

R