as the book ends, as my writing become bad, as my eyes starts to close, the moon is not in the sky anymore, the light is back, the darkness was gone in my sight, can't reach anything within the length I drew a line to, closed my eyes, and the flashbacks stars going through my head, little did I know, the sight of you was still there. I didn't know how to beg til now, but I'll get on my knees for that woman, why did it take 5 months for me to know? dumb?, smart? I don't know.
all I know is, you were everything to me, and that is I am, too lonely without you in this world, leaving me alone here..is too cruel.
this love is too difficult, but I know it's real ,this time I know it's real.. but should I..
I got tired of waiting, my faith in you was fading, but when I saw you story on an app where I met you, I saw how happy you were without me, " ah, so you..weren't alone. love. "
those words become my last words, thinking of you in the end, at the prologue where I said, and wrote , " she wanted to see the world. "
..ending with an simple, little diary, " ' I am ready to go home. ' there is no much sight to see, in this world ', as she closed her eyes with an smile, and didn't open her open her eyes again, that night. " as, I become the protagonist, and I become your antagonist.
love is too difficult, truly. - your beloved.