Perhaps in the rush and haste, people frantically search in others' love lives for what fits or doesn't fit their own blurry image.
"I know, how could I not know? It's precisely because you've sacrificed so much for me that I feel guilty in my heart. These past years, how much pain have I inflicted on you, don't you know? You clearly know that many times I've exploited your feelings for me, yet even knowing this, you still willingly stay by my side. What can I possibly say to you?
Sometimes you clearly know that when I say harsh and heartless words to you, it's just to vent, to avoid bottling up my anger deep inside. I've directed the anger I suffered elsewhere onto you, and truly, is there no resentment in your heart?
