Will this kind of feeling/
write a love letter/
To myself.
——Faye Wong's "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting"
This man is a pervert.
But more perversely, I love him.
I loved him for ten years, including a three-year gap, but I believe that even in those three years, I must still love him.
Because, this is the reason why I am reborn.
I love this man, even if I will fall into hell, where he is is heaven.
I think, in addition to "Love Even If You Die" which fits my current state of mind, I also like "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting" very much.
I would like to write a love letter to myself with this feeling.
I wrote this "love letter" from my heart, which is so determined to love that twisted prince, and sent it to myself and to you who read it.
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