To All of You

To all of you,


Who knows me—who still remember me, who has already forgotten about me.

To whom I don’t remember anymore, to whom I always think of in every second.


I want to say sorry.

For being ignorant. For being care.

Sorry that I barely remember you. Sorry that I can’t get you out of my mind.

Sorry for not in love. Sorry that I’m in love all the time.

So sorry for hurting. So sorry for being too kind.


I’m all mixed up, and I’ll always be like this since I’m stupid at life.


Sorry for every wrong decision I’ve made in my life.


With Love,