When I first saw him, I knew he was the one and only for me. I thought I would live happily forever, but I never thought that what on earth would I be to him? So, I ran away.
The second time I saw him, I had forgotten who he was, but he risked my life at the expense of everyone in the world. I saw my "parents" die in his hands, and from that moment on, I hated him deeply.
The third time I saw him, it was a moment when my memory was confused. I was crazy and stupid. I no longer cared about who was who. He was the only one who constantly protected me, comforted me, and did all the stupid things just to make me smile. My heart sank.
When I saw him for the fourth time, I cried. Yes, my memory has recovered and I am no longer stupid, but I still treat him as his little fool and stay with him forever, because I know that apart from me, he has nothing, and so do I...