Day by day, he wasn't conscious. The wound was quite heavy, but I couldn't take him to the hospital because of the distance and how to carry him.
To me, he was like a man from a Fairyland who came wounded, while I was just an ugly duckling.
Loving him in my silence, all about him I keep in my heart, seeing him from a distance, it feels enough to enjoy and be happy about it.
It would be funny and awkward if I told her.
The most surprising thing about loving is not all the bad things he does, but the unspeakable feelings. It feels tight in the heart.
Despite knowing everything about her, I still loved her, even when I had to lose those who had been with me for a long time, just because she had only met for a while.
Love makes me selfish at the same time.
I can only hope, can say, before I leave her or I lose her.
