BTS short story collection

I loved you, honey, I didn't love you.

Just leaving a long letter as a final act on a day like today, when I'm worn out by your weariness and even myself, I'm feeling down. I keep in touch with my other friends, smiling and laughing. I really contemplate breaking up every day. You don't seem to know, so I'm leaving this letter because I'm so upset. I'm just going to stop responding to your calls from today. By the time you see this letter, I'll have completely given up. Of course, my heart is already at rock bottom. Everywhere I turn, I see kind people, and I'm going crazy. I'm wavering. Even when I met you, I wasn't in contact with my ex. I think I'll break up with tears like I did then and find love with someone else. I think I can forget you just as easily now. Your touch, your voice—they're all vivid, but your true feelings are fading away. Your obvious "I love you," your occasional preemptive texts—they're all fading away. My calls haven't disappeared for three days now. From the moment we first met, to a little over a year later, there hasn't been a single day that I haven't loved you. I feel relieved because I have no regrets. It was fun, and the ending was painful, honey. Let's never see each other again. Oh, right, until my hatred for you is gone, I won't contact you again, and even if we pass each other, I won't show you my smile. I hope you laugh and be happy with your acquaintances, just like now. In love, the relationship between people can be a little different. And you and I are just people who loved each other to death, and now we're strangers. I think it's time for me to take care of the people in me who I couldn't take care of because I was thinking of you. I loved you, honey who doesn't love you.











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