If they had told me that one day you would die, I would find the people who uttered those words one by one and burn them in the campfire where I would warm your hands. I don't know if you've ever noticed or always been, but I was so in love with you that I let go of all the good and bad for you. However, I didn't need to be a bad person, after all, a person could love without being evil, right?
I couldn't love, I couldn't love you because the obstacles and trips in front of me caused my heart to get dirty. Now, I hold a grudge against everything, including myself, and I fear that one day you will drown in my grudge. However, I was once a naive girl who would rather be offended than hurt someone. When did I become such a person?
