I squeezed my aching chest, thinking that if he really loved me, he would not hurt me
I wiped away my tears and thought that if he really loved me, he would not make me cry.
When I thought he was really in love, I gradually realized that he was not really in love.
Everywhere you look today, the tide of protectionist sentiment is flowing.
Will I be compared to my friends or to my parents? After all, I was the last person to be compared to strangers.
It hurts so much to be left behind. My heart is numb and I have been crying for a long time.
I no longer think that he is the only one who really loves.
If you know how much you love him and you think he really loves you, then you are more and more sad because you know he does not love you.
