The saddest thing in the world is that I love you but you don't know it. The saddest thing in the world is not that you don't know that I love you, but that we clearly know each other's feelings, but we hide from each other.
Your sweet words are like sugar to the people you love, but they are poison to the people who love you. Love can be so cruel. A person's infatuation for one person is the greatest cruelty to a third person.
Just like that, it hurts and I don't care about anything. As long as I can stay by that person's side, that's all I wish.
When did I become so humble? Or is love itself a humble thing?