If you don't fall in love with him, there will be no pain, and you won't need to make a choice.
If you don't fall in love with him, you won't be afraid of losing him.
If you don't fall in love with him, you don't need to worry about giving endlessly.
If you don't fall in love with him, you won't be sad because you can't be with him forever.
If I hadn't fallen in love with him, I wouldn't have felt helpless.
If one day I told you, "If I could choose again, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you," could you understand how I would feel? Ugh... but why?
I hate your chauvinistic attitude, your tendency to criticize everything, and your stubbornness. When we argue, you never give in, you're incredibly fierce when you're angry, and you refuse to listen to anyone's opinions. But why, when thunder and lightning strike, do I still want you by my side?
I hate that you're careless and never give me gifts, I hate that you're self-righteous, and I hate that you prefer to hide away when you're troubled. But why do I still think of you in the middle of the night?
I hate that you refuse to grow up, I hate that you often forget important dates. I hate that you're unwilling to make promises, and I hate even more that you'd rather spend time with your friends than with me. But why is it that when I have nightmares at night, I still wish you were here holding me tightly?
I hate that you're a womanizer, I hate that you often fall in love with other girls, I hate that you're sure I won't leave you, I hate that what you say and what you do are two different things, and I hate even more that you hurt me time and time again. But why do I still hope to wake up every day and see you sleeping next to me?
I hate that you're not ambitious, I hate that you haven't thought about our future, I hate that you won't come home with me to meet my parents, and I hate even more that you won't marry me. But why do I still need your shoulder to lean on when I'm tired?
I hate that you can't forget your ex-girlfriend, I hate that you say you don't love me enough, I hate that you don't introduce me to your friends, but why do I still want to cry in your arms when I'm sad?
I hate that I love you so much, but why... why are men afraid of commitment?
A man is afraid to commit because he doesn't love the woman enough, and also because he loves her too much.
He didn't love her very much, so he was stingy with promises. She said, "Promise me you'll never love anyone else."
He refused because he didn't love her that much. He couldn't bear to give up other opportunities for her. He didn't love her deeply enough to consider her the most important person in his life. A man's promise is precious; he doesn't give it lightly.
He was unwilling to make a promise to a woman he didn't love much, but he couldn't make a promise to a woman he deeply loved.
He loved her too much, and he longed to make a commitment, yet he was afraid of being tied down. If he were tied down, perhaps he wouldn't love her as much as before.
He loved her so much that he wanted to make a promise, but he was afraid that he would hurt her if he couldn't keep it.
He loved her too much, and he longed to make a commitment, but doing so meant giving up all other fantasies and changing his life. He couldn't help but wonder if she loved him for who he was or for his promise. If he didn't make a commitment, perhaps she didn't love him at all.
If he deeply loves a woman, whether or not there's a promise makes no difference. Even without a promise, he lives as if he has one with her. It's easy for a man to deceive a woman, but difficult to deceive himself. He is a responsible person, which is why he fears making promises; he knows that people are responsible for their promises. Some men make promises casually because they never consider the responsibility involved.
Promises are inherently a power struggle between men and women; sometimes it ends happily, but more often it results in mutual harm. In truth, how much I cherish them…
Sometimes, we deliberately act indifferent just so the other person doesn't know that we are attached to them.
The phone rang, and even though we knew it was him calling, we deliberately counted down in our heads before picking up the receiver. I didn't want him to know I'd been sitting by the phone waiting. Once I picked up, we just said, pretending to be very casual:
"Did you need something from me?"
Actually, I cherish your voice so much.
When I can't see you, I think about you all day long, and I long to be in your arms. When we finally meet, I just stand properly in front of you with my hands behind my back. You must think I'm a heartless person.
Actually, I'm so attached to you.
After the date, it was time to part ways. You took me home, but I didn't want to go back at all. I wanted you to walk with me, maybe even until dawn. I wanted to hear you talk, to know more about you. However, when you took me back, before you even said goodbye, I blurted out to you:
"goodbye."
I left before you even turned around. But do you know that when you turn to leave, I always turn back to look at your retreating figure?
How I long for your silhouette.
Next time, when you feel I'm indifferent, will you understand that it's because I care? Will you no longer need me?
The man asked, "Will there come a day when you no longer need me?"
Who can honestly answer this question?
People who are deeply in love are always afraid of one day no longer being needed; the one who is needed always has more choices than the one who needs the other, and can say so anytime:
"I don't need you anymore."
So needing another person is actually pitiful. There is an eternal truth that says this—no one is irreplaceable. You once needed someone very much, they left, breaking your heart, but in the end, you still have to get up alone, because there are many people who need you, such as your family.
When you need the other person too much, you become passive, constantly waiting for their comfort, and one day your love becomes so excessive that you lose control and keep asking questions:
When can we meet?
The one who is needed can speak freely.
"Not today, not tomorrow, don't be like this, you should have your own life too."
The one who is needed is high above. But one day, she may no longer be needed. He has changed; what he needs is different, and he no longer needs her as much as before. He no longer behaves improperly. This time, it's her turn to worry, to ask him:
"Do you no longer need me?"
Which man could answer this question honestly?
Thinking back to how desperately we needed someone, we feel a little ashamed. We were afraid of gaining him, afraid of losing him.
When you fall in love with someone, you're always a little afraid—afraid of getting them, afraid of losing them.
You already have someone in your life, and he has someone in his life too, yet you've fallen in love with him. You want him, but you're also afraid of having him. If you get him, you might lose the person you're with, and you might lose the happiness you have now. If you get him, you'll have to sacrifice a lot, and he will have to sacrifice too. If you get him, maybe he's not as good as you imagine, and maybe you're not as good as he imagines. You'd both rather never have had each other. A relationship that has never started has infinite possibilities; once you have it, it might be a different story.
Unfortunately, when you love someone, you always want to have them, and if you can't have them, you might lose them. If you avoid them and ignore them, they might disappear. If you hesitate, they might stop waiting for you and think you don't love them. To avoid losing them, despite your fear, you decide to be with them.
However, after being with him, you're even more afraid of losing him. Losing him will be painful; to have had him and then lose him is more painful than never having had him at all and then losing him.