les voix: For/Getting｜Re/Membering

　I’m sorry, cariño,
　I’m afraid you’re losing me.

When the fights of all times are about the same thing,
when those old reasons are recycled into new fights,
and when you say you understand me but you don’t,
it hurts.

And, you always doubt it.
In fact, you are basically sceptical
of everything of me,
and this already hurts.

　I’m really sorry, cariño,
　I’m afraid you’re losing me.

Leaving you now is the last thing that I would do,
if we can be happy together,
yet unfortunately, we’re not.

I don’t mind complaining if that helps communication,
but it doesn’t.
Apparently the arguments between us
are always the similar.
We don’t really improve.

　I’m sorry, cariño,
　I’m afraid you’re losing me.

When words such as ‘betrayer’, ‘liar’ and so forth
are popped out, I know the relationship is so doomed.

All the accusations serve for the lack of satisfaction,
or security in your words,
with which I have no clue of how to deal,
because all I learned in lifetime is to address it myself.

　I’m really sorry, cariño,
　I’m afraid you’re losing me.

That people are different, situations are different,
and thus, relationalities are different is quite true to me.

Comparing what I’ve done for you and
for anyone else doesn’t really make sense to me,
just like they’ll never get what we have exclusively.
Luckily, we own memories, the good ones.

　I’m terribly sorry, cariño,
　I’m afraid you’re losing me.

But, I really hope
this can be the last time I have to say sorry.
I never intended to hurt you,
and what confuses me is
your partial interpretation of my actions and inactions.

I don’t want to take that negativity anymore,
because you’re not the only person who makes efforts.

　I’m sorry, cariño,
　I’m afraid you’re losing me.

The fact is that it’s me losing you.
I think I do love you, maybe more than I thought,
because I’m goddamn sad now,
but simply ‘to love’ doesn’t ever solve problems.

Trust is the most fundamental element in my theory,
but I fail it in practice.
I make myself a liar in your eyes, regrettably.
　
　I’m terribly sorry, cariño,
　I’m afraid you’re losing me.

I’m so scared of any other fight,
arguing for identical reasons, yelling at each other,
crying exhaustively afterwards,
and restarting again one day,
as if it’s the only pattern of this relationship.

“I’m a coward,” I told you,
and the only thing you ever lied to me probably is
“yes, I understand.”

　I’m sorry, so sorry, for us,
　because all the great time we had is really sweet,
　even if I can’t stop the bitter tears momentarily.