I'm Not Him, He's Me

Since I was a child, my high sensitivity has made me miserable with my parents' pull. Now I'm in a new place and I've met my childhood sweetheart who is truly destined for me. We share, we are melancholy; we are happy together and sad together. Suddenly one day, I held her hand like before. "Eh?! Why don't you say anything?" Looking into her eyes, I suddenly felt heartache for no reason. The sadness in my eyes became concrete, and I saw the "him" in my eyeballs...