Made by: aisubs.app
I still clearly remember the sensation of his fingers.
There was no place in my body where his fingers did not touch.
Sometimes, I can't help but hate that person.
In my dreams, I'm embraced by that person again.
It's bigger than I thought.
It hurts.
There.
It hurts.
No matter how much I try to find a new stimulus,
I know that I can't forget that person, but I repeat it.
I gave up on forgetting, so I don't think I can remember anymore.