I know clearly that this is the beginning that shouldn't have started, but I still have no hesitation. Even though I have restrained myself in every possible way, this thing of love is based on reason. I hate myself for not being able to help myself, and I hate myself for being evasive. I always know the destined ending. Even if it is doomed, I still don't regret it, because I have the memories together, and this is enough.