Our love is like a dream, a confused dream. When I woke up from the dream, I thought everything was over, but the pain in my body always reminded me that it was real. I really want to tell you that I love you, but I still haven't told you at the end of my life. It's not that I'm being stingy, it's just that it hurts so much that it makes me numb. But I know that the best things can only be exchanged for deep pain and trauma.