It's not that I don't want to love, it's not that I don't want to love, it's just that I'm afraid that love is actually a kind of harm.
It's not that I don't want to own it, it's not that I don't want to own it, I'm just afraid of having it, which is actually a kind of helplessness.
I don't make lifelong promises because I'm afraid. Oaths betray oaths, promises betray promises. Promises for life after life are too elusive. Who can be sure who will only love one person for the rest of his life? Because love is an emotion that neither emotional nor rational people can control, so no one can make a lifelong commitment. What if you made a promise so swornly at the time, but later betrayed your promise for various reasons? So loving you is not for a lifetime, let alone a second or two.