I start to get jealous of people...because they got to meet you. How stupid it is ...
My life is mine but still, meeting you and making you fall in love with me and keeping the love, making sure that it's true love...all of them are hard.
But I learn that maybe I don't need to be a kind of person to do certain things.
I like you a lot, and I am happy whenever I meet you. That's enough.