Do
you hate me that much? I didn’t think that you’d abhor me that much. If
I had known, I wouldn’t have looked for you. I was wrong. I told you I
was wrong. To someone who hates me, to someone who doesn’t remember
me…I’m sorry I stuck myself like gum to you. For begging you to
remember, for telling you to teach me. I’m sorry for telling you to wait
for me. I’m sorry. I won’t do this again, since I won’t bother you in
the future…Although I’m an idiot who can only remember her own
name, though I’ve also become a pitiful girl who clings onto you
confessing my love…Let’s just do it up to here. Don’t make me any more
miserable, please. Even if I’ve lost my memories, I know how
embarrassing I am.
