"Anya, have you ever loved me? Even if it's just a little?" Raka's question made Anya stop moving. Raka's words were like a sharp knife, piercing the weakest part of her heart, making Anya's heart throb.
'How should I answer your question, Raka?' She thought to herself.
'From my childhood to my teens, you were the only man I loved. Why do you still doubt my love? How could you think that I never loved you? I accompany you to go on a date even though I am tired of work or study. I even fell asleep in the cinema just to go with you to watch your favorite movie. Do you think I accepted money from your mother voluntarily and was happy when I broke up with you?'
'If I didn't love you, why would I want to be with you three years ago?'
'If I didn't love you, why couldn't I love anyone after three years have passed?'
'If I didn't love you, why did I dream of you in the middle of my nights?'
