I looked at the warm sunshine outside the gap in the curtains. This room is really not very warm, but I still like it. Only then will she stay with me.
The sunlight filtered in, I tightened the curtains, turned around and threw myself into her arms.
I told her I was sick, so she stayed with me. But am I sick or not? I look at her, wishing she was always here.
I think I am indeed sick, because I can't seem to stop being dependent on her, but her embrace is so warm.
Does she love me? I don't know, in other people's eyes she doesn't love me, but in my eyes she clearly loves me.
Concept: Reality and Illusion