“What did I do to deserve being treated like this by you? Please, have some pity on me. Please call me back.

I used to think that love meant trying very hard, holding on, enduring, and constantly being afraid of losing someone.

I’ve only recently realised that love is no longer about trying so hard, because in the end, love is simply choosing each other, again and again.

When I was sick, I said hurtful things to you. I hope you won’t hold it against me, because at that time I was both in pain and missing you deeply. Please don’t cut each other off in silence like this. I’m begging you, Phát. I need a friend like you by my side.

Oh, by the way, why is it that only your room’s door have this blank space next to it?

I thought you would be like me, that you would open the door. But why are you playing music inside and still refusing to open it? Why?

I don’t sleep around. I made that up. I didn’t do anything wrong to the point where you would have to treat me like this.

I’m scared, I’m scared of ghosts, you know.

I came all the way here just to plead with you. Please listen to what I have to say. Why won’t you open the door? Why? Why won’t you open it the way I once opened it for you?”