The more that you're in love like that with me, the more that I come close to despairing. I cannot embrace that, all of those that you call love. I wish you'll save something for yourself, something which you can call your own. Because in this life, nothing could be certain. No one could stay forever. We may grow old together, yes, even if we would be apart. But one of us has to go ahead. Why make more memories to cry over when we're old and alone anyway? I wish I can see things from your perspective.

I wish I am the little girl again, dreamy and hopeful. There is a lot to hope for when it comes to us sharing a life together. So many beautiful things can happen out of it. If only we won't need to hide.

I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of sneaking. I hate that little dark place already. It stares at me like a dark sinister night that hides monsters and demons ready to take on me...