You told me how bad I am. I looked at you with bona fide eyes, "I am. Always, I am never 'good'... enough."

Definitely I am keeping my promise from the beginning, that I will love you until the end. Even if this love I have now is the kind that you give for a friend.

He left me twice and it took me three great years of pain. So now, I am the one to leave, I'm sure he could deal with it in just three days.

It was you who took me to paradise, and left.

To me, he's a loss, yes. But I'm a greater loss.

If you skip love on your younger years, you'll find an immeasurable hunger for it- too late.