For so many years, I’ve been looking, and waiting for you. Even just for just a single photograph of you. But I always end up failing. And today I finally found you. All the memories returned. Even the unanswered questions of WHY and What happened? And now I somehow regretted finding you, because again, I’M CONFUSED. I loved you. I longed to be with you. ANd right now, I wanna blame you for all the miseries I’ve been through. I’m such a mess. A real mess. I hate you. And I hate myself for even trying to find you.