Literary edition copy: I hold the stars hundreds of millions of light years away in front of you, not to prove that I love you, nor to hope that you will love me. Just because I am willing to watch quietly for the rest of my life until death. Even though I know the ending of this life. Rough type: I will teach you how to "I have been abused by a scumbag a thousand times, but I still treat him as my first love." I am just talking, don't take it seriously.