If there is anything in the world that is more painful than asking for nothing, it must be losing something but not getting it back, but still having unrealistic illusions in your heart.
Seven years of itch, nine years, maybe even the pain is gone. He asked himself over and over again, what kind of person was she that could torture him to this point?
What he is best at is closing his heart, and she is the one holding the key, opening it without his consent, so she doesn't need to tell him when she leaves.
Even if it hurts, as long as you are around, everything is beautiful