The man I love stood proudly in front of me who was crying and said with disgust on his face, miserable woman. A miserable woman, perhaps he can sum up me more thoroughly with a mean word. However, he forgot that I was once so confident, proud, and so energetic. He forgot that he once loved me so much. He forgot that I would become so humble just because I loved him. He even forgot that I have an extremely stubborn heart deep in my soul.