I don't know how to love someone. I will do everything I can to be nice to her and protect her in a self-righteous way. I don't want her to get hurt at all. But it is this kind of me that makes our relationship take many detours.
But you chose to tolerate everything about me. When I was timid and flinched and hurt you again and again, you were still waiting for me, telling me with the firmest attitude: "I love you, I can wait."
Intention: Thinking while writing