Here we are again, I sigh. “I’m…I’m sorry for everything,” he stammers, “but did your wish come true, at least?”
You wish I will respond, but my silence is my first wish come true. I don’t know what you think, but I know that you don’t deserve my words. You don’t deserve my anything. I’ll make another wish, though. I wish you know that I forgive you, and I have already forgotten you. Unlike you, I am strong. It takes so much more than your weakness to break me.
I wish I remember my beauty is my strength.