The world I live in doesn't even have a complete framework. It's just a shelter built around you.
You have found the light in your world and know the value of living.
But I cannot be given or deprived of meaning because I love or don't love you. I only survive by relying on your residual light.
Ps: The author has never experienced what love is like, so he cannot write about it. So be it, destroy.
Intention: This is the first article for a newbie, to practice writing.