I think there must be someone in this world who can completely understand what I want to express. He understands everything about me, so big that it hurts and understands my bumpy journey. I feel so distressed that I cry every night. He understands my tolerance and grievances, and he understands everything about me, even as small as he can observe my tone of voice every day. The words I say hurt my scars on my hands, my red eyes from crying. I can't just love my optimism and brightness, but also the true appearance behind my smile. Love my clumsy mouth and silly look. Love all my imperfections. Love my sometimes docile, sometimes irritable and crazy personality. When we have a fight, he will communicate with me calmly and talk to me well. When I am angry, he will always be patient and coax me. On normal days, he will prepare some small surprises for me. He will also be like a chatterbox and share his daily life with me. He will tell me that he loves me every day. I am afraid of losing me.
Intention: Grief