Short story/ Where flower petals flutter beautifully

A place where flower petals flutter beautifully

If you ask me why we broke up, I have nothing to say. It was just personality differences. It's an obvious reason for a breakup. So, I'm not the only one experiencing this.

And yet, we loved, fought, argued, hated, and then loved again, more passionately than anyone else. We tried to fit into an ill-fitting mold, crouching down to pretend to fit in, trying to get into you.

That's why, whenever I tried to get up from my aching body, you were in so much pain. I thought you were more special than anyone else, and I thought you were my destiny, but in truth, I guess I didn't love you. No, at some point, I guess I grew cold. Even though I knew that, I foolishly couldn't let you go.

I wonder if those same moments will come again. I wonder if you'll adjust to me again like you used to. I wonder if we can once again look at each other and love like madmen.

In a world where love becomes harder and harder to share as we grow older, I wonder if I can really film a fairy tale with you. I wonder if this is the final hurdle for our love to blossom.

When the lyrics of those songs, which I'd let slip, which I'd dismissed as over-the-top, would pierce my heart, I felt a sense of injustice. It felt wronged because no one had told me it would hurt this much. It felt wronged because everyone had told me love was a good thing. If I'd known it would hurt this much, I wouldn't have even started.

Still, I hope you're happy. It's refreshing to see friends telling you you were bad. You were really bad, and I was really bad to you.

You, who didn't fit my delicate heart, rushed in and made things difficult for me. Now, nothing remains, only a heart tattered with wounds. The empty space hurts so much.

I wish you would come back and hurt me more.

No, I hope you, who took my body and soul, will suffer a fair amount and then forget me at a fair pace.