I don't know this is called love or this is called liking. I just know that I love being with you, and I can do anything for you.
I hate myself, why I can't protect you, but I want you to protect me.
Every time, every time, when I am sick or injured, the person who is by my side waiting for me to wake up is you.
I am really afraid that one day I will leave before you. You will be sad, you will be sad.
After I learned about my feelings, I chose to avoid you.
But you pointed at me and yelled, scolding me for stealing your heart and then giving up.
You don't know that I am doing it for your own good. You don't like the bloody days, and you are most afraid of being alone, I know that.
I want you to have someone to rely on for the rest of your life, and I don't want you to waste your time on a dying person like me.
I am not qualified to get your love, I am not qualified to have such a perfect woman.
------But, I still want you to know that I will stand by your side and I will do my best to protect you until the moment I leave this world.