I wish you still had feelings for me like you did back then. I never even knew, as you kept it to yourself. That hurts my heart. It kills me to wonder if my careless actions back then, oblivious to your feelings, might have secretly hurt you. Ever since you confessed, when you casually wrote “It should’ve been me”, I can’t get you out of my mind. But now, you no longer feel that way towards me and I sense I’ve lost “value” in your eyes. That tortures me. Why did you even bother bringing it up? Over the years, you’ve become an angry person, unable to maintain a relationship. The sad thing is, I’ve yet to find happiness myself. This whole thing feels like a horrible joke played on us by the universe. I wish I could get a second chance with you.