I thought that if I fulfilled all your wishes, you would look back at me.
I thought I would remove all obstacles for you, even if it makes me riddled with holes, you would say one more word to me.
I thought that if I could stand shoulder to shoulder with you, you would feel my presence.
I thought...
But I was wrong...
My overtures disgust you
You disdain my help
You can't see my efforts...
So, I compromise, I give up, change my identity, and no longer touch the circle you are in, but why do I hear you say when I meet again: "I miss Yuko."
Still won't let me go?