It’s about a girl. I hurt her in so many ways. I literally think about her all the time. In my dreams, I always hurt her, or she looks at me like I’m a terrible person. At least, that’s how it feels in my heart. That look breaks me. Later, after what happened that night, she said our friendship was over. And I loved her so much. I don’t know… sometimes I think about her forgiving me, but other times I feel like it’s better to let her live her life. From what I see, things seem to be going well for her. It’s been five years. I hope I can meet her again someday—but not with the idea of starting a relationship. Only to know that she has forgiven me, and maybe to understand that she doesn’t hate me.