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Love Letters Volume 175:”The reason”

 -Knight, you've done well today. But I must remind you not to indulge in any illusions. You're smart, and your imagination is rich, but you know what reality is. 

-Yes, it’s silent, one-sided, and secret love. 

-But the pain of being shattered doesn’t lessen or disappear because of this. It may hurt even more in the future, perhaps again and again, thousand times more.

Are you infatuated with the pain itself? Are you intoxicated by the so-called sacrifice for love?


-I've been asking myself the same questions these past two days. 

I must admit, I'm afraid of this kind of shattering pain. I’ve hesitated, even used “leave it to time” as an excuse, letting time decide for me, but that’s just avoidance and cowardice. 

It’s not that complicated. Because meeting her is a gift of fate. And the version of myself after meeting her is the best version of me🙂




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