I believed in love and was a person who wandered in search of it.
Every relationship was a possibility for me,
In that possibility, I gave myself completely.
First love was warm.
When I held that person's hand, everything in the world seemed beautiful.
I believed that our future would be perfect, like a scene from a fairy tale.
But his heart gradually grew cold,
I had to fold my heart before he let go of my hand.
That was the first wound.
The second relationship was a little more realistic.
I'm letting go of my illusions about love a little bit,
We tried to understand each other's differences.
But that left a deeper wound.
He didn't try to understand me, and I wanted him to change.
The effort to understand each other has become an increasingly difficult fight,
In the end, he left me.
The emptiness I felt at that time was indescribable.
Love fills me rather than
Instead, I realized that it was emptying me.
My third relationship was more like obsession than love.
I endure everything for fear that he will leave me,
I held on with endless patience.
But that patience eventually broke me,
I didn't even have the strength to hold him back anymore.
So he left, and I thought I had lost everything.
I felt so pathetic.
Since then, I have not looked for love anymore.
Love is not something that makes me happy,
Because I found out that it made me sadder and more miserable.
I know how much I can love,
And I realized how easily I could get hurt.
Now I care more about protecting myself than loving
I think it's more important.
But sometimes, just occasionally, I feel like I want to love again.
Forget the pain of the past and find new love
I want to hold onto the hope that you can fill me up again.
But now I'm just learning to love myself.
That's the only way I won't be sad anymore
Because I know.