I’m very proud of myself.
Last night, I made the call, yearning to review your nice voice.
And it was nice, I mean, your voice, beautiful as usual.
It can’t be more obvious that you are not feeling the same way I do to you, but I’m thankful.
I’m thankful because I was given the chance to give it a shot, and to chat with you naturally like we used to do.
I’m thankful because I’ve proven that I’m brave and still attractive.
I’m thankful that I didn’t let this sorrow go on for another two years.
It might be a pity that I did not realize what was going on between you and me earlier in the years we stayed so close; I’m even sorry that I did not let you hug me that night, I should have.
Next time, if there is still a chance, when you put your arm around my shoulder, I will not hide from it anymore, dear.
I hope that your life will move on happily, and so do mine.