I have formed a kind of habit, to tell u sth I would not like to tell others two or three days. Of course there r more words I haven’t say. But as long as I have brought them to you, I m content when I walk away and these thoughts wont torture me any more.
I am no longer bad now. I got my conscience. My conscience is you.
There are much cynicism in my spirit. I am arrogant and rude to others. But it has a core, which is afraid of darkness and sheeplike. Only ever so equal friendship can console it. You to me, is belong to this core.
I love you, from the moment I saw you. I love you to the point where I am not selfish,