People often lament that the most painful thing is not that no one loves you, but that no one will love you the way you want.
Love is warm, but mismatched love will burn each other.
I am happy because, I love you and you love me;
I am lucky because I have people who understand me and love me;
I am unfortunate because I have seen through the person I love;
If you had a choice, how would you go at a fork in the road in life?
The person who represents tragedy and pathos seems to be miserable no matter who you choose!