When you understand my hidden love for you, that will be the beginning of my heartbeat. But you never know how to like me, and you don't know how much I like you. What you think is always what you think. You never understand me, and I still don't understand love.
If two people are together, they will have far more unhappy moments than happy moments, but they are reluctant to let go. Is this love or obsession?
If love brings only pain, why should we approach it like moths to a flame?
Can a momentary heartbeat really be worth the repeated suffering and sadness in the long years to come?
Concept: What is love?