It's been 5 months.

I don’t know if it was obvious for you, but I like(d) you. I guess it wasn’t. Or maybe it was. I don’t really know.

I wonder if you would understand why. Then again, I’m really not good with explaining my feelings.

You, out of all people, wouldn’t understand. You have your own problems to worry about.

It’s fine. Just keep telling me. Pretty sure you can solve them on your own eventually.

That’s what I like(d) about you. You stand on your own ground; never faltering.

But as time passed by, it faded away slowly. I know it’s still here… but it’s going away.

The new replaces the old. When a seed doesn’t grow into a sapling, it means nothing.

It is dead. Nothing will come out of it anymore.

(maybe someday, though — it might grow.)

(That, I will never know.)