The worst feeling in the world is being forced to doubt something you once believed without question. When I was 18, I stole 30 yuan from my mother's cupboard and took the girl I liked to rent a room at a run-down inn. Afterward, I swore I would love her forever, and that if I ever left her, I'd be run over by a car. Now I don't know whom she married or where she went. I can't even remember what she looked like back then. Then I met other women, fell in love, broke up, fell in love again, and broke up again. At first, I held on to a pure belief in love. Gradually, that belief grew more fragile and more blurred, until one day I stopped believing in love. Then I met her. I thought she would soon fade from my life like the women before her, but I never forgot her, not even after five whole years. I couldn't accept another woman. Then she appeared before me again. Perhaps people are born with a tendency to hurt themselves: the deeper the wound, the more fiercely we love.
Theme: Hurt by love, you have only yourself to blame
