I let the moment slide in my hand. I hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye. It was not the best time to even smile. I regret. I will regret it for the rest of my life. It was the biggest mistake I made. It was the worst. Until now, it’s the thing I just couldn’t take.
Living is my punishment. Staying alive is my sentence. I am the prison and the prisoner. My memories are the evidence always ready to convict me again and again. Life is death itself.
I walk on a busy street not minding all the people who doesn’t also mind about me. Who they are, I do not know. What they do in life, I do not know. Where they are going, I do not know. Who among them are like me? Who among them received the same sentence as I? Who among them live in a lie?
It wasn’t my lie. It was a pure punishment. Maybe, it’s not a punishment. Maybe, I am just unlucky.
Then, I met you. You made me see the world differently again. You made me want to live. You made me...