If it was to declare war or to stake a claim, it’s okay. Whomever you want is all yours.

I’m not going to be a fighter anymore. at least. not for people who could hurt me that easily.
Every lingering word is such a smirk.

Don’t “rong” me if you already decided to abandon me. really.

I would stand by you, hold your hand, hug you if the warmth was what you needed. I could do more, and much more than my heart is capable of, that is, only if you needed me to do so. It’s only the simple matter to speak out.

Since I am always the one abandoned, I suppose I can safely say I saw it coming.

I wished I could wring your heart out and make it bleed just like mine.