Five years ago, the person who hurt you the most was me.
Five years later, the person who hates me the most is you
Before I met you, I never complained about my fate. After meeting you, I finally began to hate my determination and cruelty.
If I could have understood my desire for warmth and happiness earlier, would I have been able to let go of everything, and we wouldn't be where we are today.
I'm not afraid that I won't learn happiness, I'm just sad that it took me too long to learn to forgive.