Flame

"Nothing in this world can ever be perfect..."

At the time, I hated everything about myself.

I hated having such a sharp mind, because it made me unable to overlook his every move;

I hated having such a detached heart, because it made me unable to truly feel who he was;

And I hated my memory, too: I could never recall the things I wanted to remember, while the things I desperately wanted to forget would never fade.

Faced with all this, I felt exhausted and helpless. How could this be? These things were clearly all part of me, yet I couldn't control them... not even a little.

That day, you smiled like that, telling me to forget you and make a fresh start.

What a ridiculous thing to say!

If I could forget, why would I be in so much pain? If I could forget, why would I keep waiting, time and time again?

You're so cruel... You knew perfectly well what I wanted most, yet all I got in return was those words. You didn't even give me a single chance... Why?

All right, the game should end here, shouldn't it? I should be the one to start the next round.

Just you wait... Now I'm coming to find you.