Is love a torture of the soul? It makes you riddled with wounds and painful, but unable to express it?
I thought you were my past and present life, but I didn't expect that your love for me would hurt my heart every time. . . . . .
Do you understand me? You only know yourself. You know what kind of love you need. But to me, you just want to control me to satisfy your understanding of love. . . .
I really want to escape. . . . But why is it so difficult to let go? Are you used to this sadomasochism? Are you really unable to adapt to happiness if you are always in pain?
