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That spring where I met you.
Is this what love feels like
…
What is happiness?
You complimented me under those blooming cherry blossoms.
As much as I find you weird. I started to have "feelings" towards you... well...it’s normal to have happy feelings when you are complimented, no?
…Is this happiness?
It feels so funny.
The brightest fireworks in summer...with you. It was also my brightest day ever.
Is this happiness?
the concept of trusting someone is foolish. What am I thinking
Am I lacking something as a human.
The autumn night where we fell in love. I just knew I loved you, and you loved me.
…this is happiness.
It is.
Not wrath, or sadness. Or nervousness.
It’s just pure bliss.
the concept of trusting someone is foolish. What am I thinking
WHAT A FUCKING NUISANCE CAN I NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO MYSELF
This might just be the best day ever. But something.... something I cannot think off.... seems....impossible.
You and me, both under a fake identity, it must be for a reason. For my whole life.
…is this happiness deserved.
Is it genuine.
What is wrong with me.
Finding every single way to overthink things.
I've lived as a criminal. You, you were on the side of justice. So then....
why..?
How come is it that you... the one I love.. is the one.. on my assassination list.
The concept of trusting someone is so stupid.
I am a nuisance. I do not deserve to have anything for myself.
for whose sake will I even live for now????? Can’t I just end these days of sleepless nights already.
I can. And I will no longer live , that’s reasonable , right?