The most stupid thing I have done with him many times is "not knowing how to love someone"; so the most we have done is hurt each other.
But I always feel that every time, he is pointing a sword at me and scratching my scars over and over again.
He said that he loved me very much, but he didn't know how to say or do it many times. But when I faced the possibility of death, he knew it but never asked a question. If he loves me, won't he be afraid that the next day, I will no longer be alive?
Maybe I'm depressed or have a neurological problem. I always think so much...