Unrequited Love

Everything about me, seemingly unintentional, is the result of my painstaking efforts to bring you joy. You say, 'Instead, give me a pair of rain boots,' or 'Give me a spring rain.' Even if I cry, in the rain, you won't easily see me.

In reality, everything arrives at the right time; we simply lack the appropriate mood to welcome it.

Some emotions are so direct and cruel, they cannot tolerate any roundabout warmth. Leaving with a warmth of heart is better than a pale truth. Pure things die too quickly.

Feeling understood is a happiness; waiting to be understood is loneliness!

Let's never talk about breaking up, okay? Loving you isn't a game. Loving you is genuine. If I forget you, I can't. No matter how perfect our resolution is, a simple gesture of dismissal, 'Let's not break up,'

Why do we always fail to cherish the person in front of us? In the unpredictable reunion, we assume we will always meet again, have a chance to meet again, and think we have a chance to say 'I'm sorry,' but we never consider that every farewell wave might be a goodbye, every sigh might be the last sigh in the world.

A wound is someone else's shame; it's the illusion we stubbornly maintain.

If sincerity is a harm, I choose lies; if lies are a harm, I choose silence; if silence is a harm, I choose to leave.

If loss is suffering, are you afraid to give? If confusion is suffering, will you choose to end it? If pursuit is suffering, will you choose to remain blind? If separation is suffering, who will you confide in? Many things become clear only later, many things don't feel painful at all at the time, but I've already lost the way back.

There's a love that's deeply loved but cannot be spoken. There's a love that wants to give up but can't. There's a love that knows it's a torment, yet can't let go. There's a love that knows there's no future ahead, yet the heart has already returned.