Human beings are strange creatures. As people come across one another they produce various outcomes. Good things, sometimes. And other times, bad.
I can’t get the words out. I have to gather my courage. Courage... it’s time to be brave. I’m not going to put the lid back on. This feeling... can’t be stopped anymore. It’s time to be brave.
I’ve decided... I can’t remain at a standstill anymore.
I always have to lose my way first before finding my answer. But then, everyone does.
Being left behind, or leaving behind... I wonder which hurts more.
I ain’t gonna give up on myself. I’m done with that.
It’s true that this world isn’t enveloped in light. But... there’s more to it than that. It isn’t all darkness. There’s more to it than that.
I don’t want to lose to the darkness. I want to have faith and move forward.
My course of action depends on me.
She doesn’t let anyone see it... but on the other side of that door, I somehow get the feeling that she’s quietly falling apart.
Live the kind of life you can be proud of in the end, even if you get lost or make mistakes along the way. The kind of life that’ll earn you a “you fought well”... have lots of happy and sad times, and grow old like that.
After all... you have courage in your heart.
I can’t give up. Something... there must be something I can do. I want to believe that. I have to believe that.
That ‘me’ is becoming a memory, too.
You should know that if you bombard someone with one-sided love then you are nothing but a burden to them and you will just end up hurting them in the end.
I can’t. Stop... don’t go anywhere... don’t leave me.
I never meant to get so close to you. I never meant to fall in love.
All this sadness is connected like a spiral.
I don’t have the answer. But the one thing I do know... is that ‘love’ isn’t just about loving what’s right in front of you. The past... the future... maybe it’s about holding all of them close to your heart. That’s... what I think, at least. When I look at her... that’s what I think.
Love is difficult. Whatever happens in the night, morning still always comes. Always. Has there ever been a night that had no dawn?
Even now someone might be envying another for something they don’t see in themselves. They might be longing for a quality they already posses.