The haze in the sky lingers. How many times has this happened?
I am strong, really strong, so strong that I feel tired. I worked hard to pursue what I wanted, but found that being my original self was what I wanted most. I worked hard to prove myself, but finally realized that the world is unfair, and the love you gave me was also unfair. All of it was given to me. I can't breathe, I'm struggling in love and desperate in hate. Love, family affection, friendship, which thing is without benefits?
The me who got into a car accident on a date and was considered a bad woman by you; the me who lost my memory three years later but became strong; the me who learned the truth and was deeply loved by you; the me who was so entangled after remembering everything that I couldn't extricate myself; the me who couldn't love you and was imprisoned.
But, you still love me, love every me. At the same time you destroyed me and every me.
That afternoon, when you were waiting at my door, I said to you: "I heard that I forgot to love you."