The title of the book I've read for the past few weeks. First book which I've bought from the shelves of Kinokuniya.

Suited just for me. It seems as though it would be how the story of my life would probably end up being written like. It was so relatable, minusing a few parts. It hit me, it hit me hard that I would most probably end up a sad and lonely person for the rest of my life, just like her. The thought scares me. She was too late. I never want to be too late, too. I've had so many regrets from the past 5 years and I don't want any more to come. I've always been the kind to carry out the things that I want to do which would pop up in my mind every once in a while, when I'm alone and out of the crowd. Never once hesitant. It's not as though I'm not afraid of rejections. I'm shameless enough I must say. No idea where all this guts came from, no idea why I never once listened to my head instead.

Hopes. That was what always overwhelmed me.

But I'm too late, aren't I?

"The cracks in your heart are there so that the light can shine through."
Quoted from the book.

'I'm sorry.' These two words, I can never get enough of saying them to you. It just feels like I owe you so much. When in fact, you owe me just as much actually. Too many holes to fix. Too much mess to clear. Too tired to carry on, perhaps?

If I was granted a wish, I would definitely wish to turn back time and make sure I did things right.

I don't even know who I'm typing all these to anymore.