When I look back on, I wish I had talked and acted differently during those 9 days. There were a lot of times of the things I said, or the way I acted which made you feel uncomfortable and alien to you. Hence, I got the notion I wasn't the apple of your eyes. That I wasn't the girl you always hoped me to be.
That was the very first impression which I thought was the most critical in our first meeting. In a way, I might had let you down. If only I cared enough, if only I'd known how to act in front of you, how to react when you're hurt.
But I only stood there and watched you in pain, listening to your frustration and curse. Kept quiet.
Maybe you're disappointed of me.
I hope, in our next meeting, I'll be able to present myself openly and freely, inside out. I don't want to make you wonder and have second thought about me.
9 days wasn't enough for me. 9 days wasn't enough for me to know about you in depth. It wasn't enough for you to see my true self. Nothing in those 9 days were ever enough. If only we could spend more time together.
What is left only memories. Sweet and sour.
