Diary

An Evening Letter

It was the last evening the letter read as bellow…

I don’t know how to face you even when we are so close, or even on the most casual occasion. I don’t know how to express what I feel, since I don’t really know what I feel.

I am sorry if I can’t bring any warm feeling that you might wish for.

This is the way of my feeling.

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