I will be ashamed until dawn.

Loved, hurt, wounded, faded, forgotten. This alone has taken up my whole life. I don't want to leave you. You said we shouldn't become strangers, but my mistakes don't get your forgiveness. How can I let go? I miss you, I wonder what exactly I did, only causing you anger, never giving you a sense of security... I am not a good person. My wish in this life: to hold your hand, give all my tenderness, grow old together, and never be separated. Could it be that Cupid has truly been forgotten by love, or does he not understand love?