Seven years is a long time, yet it passed in an instant: just over two thousand days and nights. Seven years is short, yet I no longer have the courage to risk everything again, then hold him without hesitation and say the words I should have said.
He said, "I miss my love." ...Was it longing, or was it too late?
So I can only remember yesterday alone, that yesterday for which I would have given everything.
Why don't you keep writing