He came because of me and left because of me. Right and wrong, everything should be caused by one word: "love"
When we were young, when did we understand right and wrong, when did we understand the meaning of the word "love", and when did we feel the feelings of those who were in pain. Since when did we slowly get involved in emotional disputes?
Obviously, God may have arranged for us to meet and fall in love, but we are hurting each other. Can such love really last? I don't know, and you don't know either. The only one who knows may be God.