The oath we once thought of was not unwilling to abide by each other, but just a trick of God's will. It only took me one glance to sink in, but it took me a lifetime to forget. I love you, but you are not allowed, so I can only leave. The hatred is left to you; the pain is for me to taste. I thought that my heart had been left in the past, and my love would never sprout again, but you broke into my life so naturally, domineering, strong, and full of childishness. Unknowingly, I have become accustomed to living with you. . .
My story consists of you, me, and him. We write it together. . .