Then one day I suddenly realized, turned out, I was not as strong as myself thought, and also not independent as such.
After all those times I've been hurt by the people I love, who I consider to be the stumbling block, I still long for love and stability in one person.
I have to be strong, no one, for fear of being abandoned again, being hurt to burst into tears.
I was forced to choose loneliness, for fear again opening, not happy, how many things happen.
Then when the sadness comes, the difficulties occur, I realize that I still weak and need a shoulder to lean on, ask, comfort.
I finally, dreamed of the hundred years, things are forever, even knowing that I am in the world is not long.
Or, no, not for me ...