>>59435
"Speaking of wanting to be free, you also promised to bring me to what you believed the country were we are the suited the most: The United States. Or, at least, the one you wanted to go to anyway. You seem to know the darker sides of that country, but you still wanted to live there. You know I loved adventure, right? It might not be a utopia and we both know that, but we're not finding for one. We are both fools and proud of it.
But you weren't without faults and you know it. You're so fucking perverted. I know what you're doing whenever you lock the door to your room, don't deny it. You also somewhat cheated on me. With two younger 346PRO idol girls. At the same time. Good thing you didn't touch them like that, or else I wouldn't have believed your promise to change. Well, you thankfully stopped doing that. You still like idols, though, but you discovered you found them more cute than romantic. You're also lazy. Even at times you are finding a job, you can't get one. You know you're absolutely useless, but you always wanted me to believe in you, even just a bit. And so, I did. Among other bad things, I've stuck with you, because I know you aren't the absolute worst, maybe you just need someone to believe in you.
Then, everything changed. Not your personality, no. But your health. It became worse all of a sudden. You were being confined a lot. I know what's happening, but you didn't want me to see it. Whenever you were admitted to the hospital, didn't allow me to visit you, because you didn't want to see what was happening to you. You know that your many sicknessness result in something disturbing. You don't want to mention what is it, so I won't either. And you were admitted to different hospitals a lot, had a lot of doctors for your diseases, and took a lot of medicines everyday, even if you're not stuck in the hospital bed. But you grew weaker overtime. Yet for a nerd who has a weak constitution, you kept your head held high and fought to survive. I've seen you get blood tests, and you always stare at that needle whenever it goes though your skin, even if they can't find a vein. Despite being ill, you still had pride in yourself.
Right now, you're still recovering and walking with a cane. And I dunno if it is you being more mature, the medicines you take or simply being still tired from confinement, but you are more peaceful now. Only time will tell but, since you said you don't believe in the concept of maturity, that only leaves us with two options.
But see, even if we were different from each other, we still were the same in many things. You said you wanted to be like me. But, in someways, I admire you too, despite your faults and lacking in some areas. And you accepted me, despite the fact that people think I'm annoying. I really could just get out of here and leave you alone, but I can't anymore: I'll be free but empty, and you will be empty too. We could leave each other just like that, yet we had eight years and we never did.
Because you loved me.
And they say I lie a lot, but I want you to trust me when I say I feel the same way. Or I'll hit you in the head so hard, you'll get aphasia again."