As I walked barefoot on the shore,
I saw a bottle lying down the pebbles.
Out of curiosity, I picked it up.
And read the letter inside it.


My dear,

Sometimes, I want to take my heart out and put it in the fridge, so it would become hard and icy. Maybe then I wouldn't feel the pain every time you hurt me.
Sometimes, I just wish to have amnesia, so that I will never think of you every minute of the day, and forget all the memories we shared-- totally erased from my mind.
Sometimes, I blame myself why I never played around since then. If I'm a playgirl, maybe I had known how to control my feelings. If I say, ‘stop’, my heart will stop beating for you.
Sometimes, I complain...