I'm sorry. I wanted to flick the bug off you, but it was just at an obscene position where I would get charged for molest. I hoped you would understand.

I can't concentrate. I tried, but I can't. But don't worry, I won't break the promises I made you you, because I really mean it. I love you. These three words, I mean it too. I used to give in my 100% in whatever I do. But for you, I've given 200%. I don't know why. Reaping the harvest of my hardwork really pays. For example, my studies and my skating skills. I used to suck at both. I was a noob skater at that time. I worked hard, to get my skating skills today. My studies, I studied practically whenever I had the time. What happens when you can't reap the harvest even if you had done lots of hard work? Do you leave things as it is and give up? Not me. I'll keep on trying, until I succeed. No matter how much pain I got to endure, I would.

My heartaches, so does my head. I don't know why either. I miss you.