I never imagined I'd feel this uncomfortable feeling when your special day was at hand. The last three days I've remembered everything that's happened between us, all the experiences we've been through together. How we grew up together, how we filled each other's day, how we shared each other's stories, to the point where we felt we were already dependent. You realized it first, and I, the hypocrite, denied it. I pushed you away. Back then, I thought we were just friends and we were just gonna be friends, forever. But who would have thought, today, tonight, I was crying over all my selfish decisions at the time. I regret that I wasted the last opportunity you gave me when you asked "should I continue my relationship with her or just quit?" I know what answer you were hoping for, but I asked you to keep going. I know that regret doesn't even matter now. It would be impossible to ask you back. However, let me fight with the rain about who sheds more ...