Hog, you're wonderful. Truly wonderful. But you don't understand...
Tagore wrote in a poem that the cruelest thing in the world isn't life or death, but knowing that I love you and still being unable to be together.
Hog, you don't know that the cruelest thing isn't being unable to be together. It's knowing that I love you, while you pretend not to care.
Hog, you don't know that the cruelest thing isn't that you don't care. It's knowing that I love you, and still caring for me so tenderly, so thoughtlessly, while refusing to be with me.
Hog, kindness isn't a game to be handed out whenever you please.
Really. . . Sad. . .
Hahao(∩_∩)o... Haha, I like it. Why is it so similar to mine? I can't wait to see what happens next...?