Ice tea

In fact, I'm afraid to write what's ahead on badukandco, because deep inside I still hope that, if one day you finally get to go there, you will see how much I love you, and how painful it is to bear your departure.

I also hope your english won't get better than mine; because if you end up reminding of badukandco.
There's not much room between the two places.

So I'd be screwed.

I just don't want to write a lot there, the simple need to spit the harshest words, to make it as small as possible so that each word can show how much it hurts by itself. At least you can see things clearly without any useless clothing.

Because in a small text, I still can say it hurts, much, and I miss you; this time you can even add too before much. I still hope you're happy, more than anything, I still bear a grudge against myself. I'm still changing.

For the worse.