If one day I become a lost and dirty child, I hope you will pursue me, find me, and say to me, "Be good, come home with me."
It wasn't the probing eyes that exuded curiosity and disdain that day, nor was it the desire to seduce me and then give up on hugging me.
The last thing that should be wrong is that that person is not you.
Intention: You told me "remember me" a thousand times, but you broke your promise to "take me away"