In fact, many times we will find that what we fall in love with is a terrible habit. I am to you, you are to her, if you have not been able to truly trust me for eight years, is it my failure or your indifference?
Love you, love you? Maybe I love you, or maybe I'm just afraid of loneliness. It's not that I really hate you, it's just that I can't find an outlet for my years of stupidity. I'm just that stupid, I'm not Cinderella, I don't want a prince, I'm just a stupid girl.
Just as you said that love is a kind of fate, love is also a kind of innocence. You believe in fate, and I practice innocence.
Two extremely excellent men make me sad. I wish I had never met them...