She said: "Every time this time he would stand there and stare in that direction."
"That's the direction you left," he said.
She said: "You always said he doesn't love you, so what now?"
"Sometimes I wonder if I hadn't asked you to leave that day," he said.
They said that after that day, he was like a puppet who had lost his soul.
Love is sugar. Only when you peel off the outer sugar wrapper can you taste the sweetness of sugar.