Do you think I could do that without a care? […] How do you think I’d feel?
Listen to me, I beg you. In case I come to find you, don’t accept me. Even if we run into each other, ignore me first, cut me off first. I’m sorry for having you know me, for making you waver. Why my father told me not to love… I fully understand now.
“I’ll go back to the time before we met. I promise.”