I met you at the purest time in my life. At that time, I didn't know how I felt about you. I just liked to stick with you and didn't want to play with others. I will be unhappy when I see you playing with others; whenever I quarrel with you, I will be unhappy; whenever you recommend others to me, I will be unhappy; I know that I should not be like this and should not love you like this. You may not know that I feel so full of happiness every time I'm with you. But even if you know, what's the use? Will you hate me? Even in this world where there are already gays, I am still afraid, afraid that you will be better than myself. I am willing to give everything for you, just because - I'm sorry, I love you too much.