about over 10 years ago
I'm not asking you for anything, I'm not begging you to love me, because I don't even know if I want you to, everything I'm saying is that, as much as I don't like it and that I try to stop myself to, I've started to grow attachment to you, I'm starting to care about you, and I would allow myself to love you, even knowing that I'm going to hurt, because for you, oh darling for you I would endure every pain in the world and it would all be worth it.
