Only when you want to see me do we have a meaningful meeting.
The moment of love's death wasn't as grand as I'd imagined. It was more like carelessly scattering shards of paper, swirling wildly in a frantic wind, finally settling all over my face.
If I lose the sun, I'll die. If I lose sleep, I'll die. If I lose food, I'll die. If I lose water, I'll die. But if I lose you, I won't die; it will only be despair, sadness, like a walking corpse.
I hope you're indispensable to me. If I were to die, you'd always remember that I loved you, not letting the passage of time erase my love, whether it's considered selfish or delusional, I just can't imagine you loving someone else, even if I couldn't be by your side anymore.
I want to hear you speak, even if it's fragmented and rambling. Tell me about your bad days or the stray cat downstairs, listening to your voice, whether low or high, it's like hearing love under the sun, a stripping away of layers to reveal the core.
The weather suddenly felt warmer. I hadn't yet taken off my coat and pants, hadn't yet changed into my shoes. But there are some things that are due, such as the upcoming exams, blossoming peach blossoms, and words I want to say.
I long to see you, but please remember, I won't ask to meet you. It's not out of pride; you know I have no pride in your presence, but only when you want to see me do we meet, and that's meaningful.
Actually, the person who gives more in a relationship isn't necessarily the one who fails. Being good to someone, even without reciprocation, is never wasted. Years later, when you suddenly remember, the person crying with tears is surely you.
I just hope we can live a good life, without forcing ourselves to say lots of sweet words every day. I'd rather we care for each other from small things, trust each other, encourage each other, and support each other through storms, growing together. I'm willing to spend a huge life with you, and even a 'I love you' is a solid accumulation of my feelings.
I won't tell you, I tossed and turned countless times from midnight to 6 a.m., opening and closing my eyes hundreds of times, your name and appearance flashing through my mind repeatedly. I won't tell you I miss you, I don't, I just… want you.
Later, I gradually learned to accept rather than give. Even if I met someone I was attracted to, I'd just smile and shake my head. Forget it.
