We've spent the last beautiful hour by sitting side by side on the bench in a park, facing the river when the day started to get darker. We didn't play PUBG, of course, if you ever thought so. I was left speechless to find her and looking at her appearance, it really looked like she just got divorced for the fifth time so I decided to try to put a little smile on her face. I realized our meeting was so much for away from the impression we had on the first one, where she looked shinning and happier, but she's still the one whom I choose to meet, rather than anyone else in this world.

I started everything by asking if she had her lunch before which she replied that she hadn't, so before walking to the park, we stopped at a small shop to wrap two croissants for us. After all of this time, I thought I was ready to tell her everything, but in fact, I failed to remember everything I planned to say, instead, I finally let myself shed tears as I started to tell her that I finally knew everything. I finally told her how I felt that she should've been told me about everything this whole time, but also admitting how I disappointed with myself too, for letting her go too soon. 'I'm sorry' was the best thing we repeated several times.

It was a little too emotional for both us so we failed to remain calm. I spent the last hour listening to her, zipping my mouth tightly. I couldn't barely even see her face when she told me her story, especially about how she felt when she found out Krystal kissed me, the one I didn't know she knew it but at least I knew Krystal didn't break her promise by keeping the secret. As heavy as it was, a big relief warmed my heart from the inside. So, that's it... We both needed to suffer for years to finally could talk simply like this? I couldn't ask for more.

We spared around five minutes to enjoyed the silence after a long confession.

"So Tiffany is the little kid I used to help back then?" She finally broke the silence.
"Yes. She is. Trust me, she didn't mean to hurt you like that."
"Just... Wow... Seriously, Tae. I'm running out of words."
"Take it easy."
"After everything, I guess I should be thanking her. If it's not because of her, I would be the same, the old stupid Jessica and to think that most likely, I would be Tyler's wife. Ugh... I couldn't imagine. Thank you. Thank you for telling me this. I will find my own way to talk to her one day."

I inhaled a long one as another burden felt like being removed from my shoulders.
"Isn’t it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?"
"That's how I did it wrong."
"That I did it too." I glanced at her softly, enjoying her faint smile. "Sica, I'm sorry..."
"Please... We might need to stop saying sorry, Tae..."
"I said that, as I should."
"You know what? I was always thinking that, since the day you broke me up, maybe in a few years I'll be able to explain things better, but then after a few years it probably won't matter anymore, will it?"
"That's why you never called?"
"Did you ever call?"

Her sharp gaze pierced into my heart. I. realized how big the disappointment she felt inside. As big as mine. All this time, we both like the magnets that have the same poles, we moved away from each other, no matter how much we wanted to get close to each other. I lowered my head down. She my back gently and asked if I was okay. I lifted my chin up and grabbed my phone from my pocket. I opened it and was looking for something in it.

"I'm sorry that I never did it no matter how desperate I was to do so, but every time... I almost do." My voice was trembling. My memory brought me back to those days where I felt it so hard to even swallow the fact that I wasn't able to see her, to talk to her, to hug her ever again. Those days after the break up were the worst days I ever had and to actually question how did I survive it all? I have no idea. "But once, I tried to send you some messages that I never sent. Every time I wanted to, I never did it. The messages ended up as drafts. Here I will let you know..."

I looked at her deeply. She was left speechless, I knew it. I decided to start reading it.
 

Sica...
Sica, I'm sorry. When will you be back from US?
Can I pick you up and talk?


Sica, I just bought your favorite chocolate ice cream at the shop we used to go there everytime you want me to buy you an ice cream. I have no idea why am I telling you this just now...


Sica, which wine is better to pick? The red or the white? Or should I try rose?

She chuckled softly to that one as we stared at each other.
"You were planning to text me about wine?"
"I was at the liquor shop. I worked like crazy that day and wanted to relax a little bit so I thought of buying some win