You are the unexpected confusion I cannot predict, and I am the insignificant detail you never think of. Love is a rose with thorns; when it pricks, it hurts and bleeds. To you, I am just an accident; to me, you are a love story.
If one day, someone is willing to bear everything about you, accepting your flaws and embracing your strengths, you will know that this person is the right one.
Because of you, I learned to grow, yet you remain my wound.
If some say you are fake, how much truth have they given you in return? If some say you have changed, how long has it been since they cared for you? If some misunderstand you, it simply means they do not understand you at all. Do not waste your tears on grievances, nor remain deliberately silent when you are clearly bothered; that is merely your helpless anger.
Keep your overly dramatic words inside; by morning, you will be glad you did not say them out loud.
If it is truly possible, let us walk the remaining path together! I will pay for your happiness.
None of us can live in a way that satisfies everyone. Many things are like eating; being six to seven parts full is enough. Do not force yourself to the point of bursting.
No one in this world is obligated to be kind to you. Therefore, you should think of it this way: coldness and harshness are to be expected, while gentle treatment is what truly deserves your cherishing.
Comfort is a luxury. Before enjoying it, ask yourself if you are qualified. Otherwise, it can easily devour our future without even saying a word.
I may seem talkative, but I am actually clumsy. I am not good at saying beautiful things, nor do I have many words of comfort. If our future is long, thank you for understanding me.