I once believed that life is a beautiful struggle. I had a city in my heart, where the city lived in pain. I longed for perfection, but it always eluded me. I didn't crave forever because it seemed too far away. My world was simple; I understood that sometimes one person is enough.

I would wait for you and not leave your side. It's a delusion to think that we could walk through life together. When memories hit me, they hurt deeply. Thank you for staying with me during my youth; there were too many stories without a follow-up.

What kind of sunlight could warm my heart? You are the shadow I can't shake off. Life is indeed a beautiful struggle, and in this city, there's pain within its walls.

I know I won't leave you untouched; therefore, not a single word escapes my lips when we part ways. If starting anew meant not knowing you again, then so be it.

My heart already holds someone else; no matter how good things get, I don't want more than what it has now—your love and presence in my life.

If your heart were prison bars confining us both eternally, that would be just fine by me since our young days made us believe the future held nothing but endless possibilities.

But as much as we loved each other before meeting again after all these years—the realization hits like an anchor weighing down on our dreams—a chance at new beginnings seems distant indeed... So let us cherish every moment while still holding onto hope for tomorrow's sunrise despite yesterday's stormy night sky—hoping perhaps someday soon those missed chances become cherished memories instead of lingering regretting thoughts lost amidst time gone by...