my hopi

What are your thoughts about me?

How many times have I asked him that question, hoping he would give me an answer? Why, among countless orphans, did he choose me, showering me with such tenderness?

In his eyes, I was initially just an orphan, someone he'd met by chance, and frankly, he simply felt pity for someone like me.

Over time, I became like a little girl that he doted on.

In your eyes, I'm just a three-year-old child; I deserve your attention.

And in my heart, you are a soft, protective wall, shielding me with everything you have, protecting me throughout this journey.
 
Liking me... means liking me to the point of spoiling me.
To love me... means to love only me and no one else.

I was like a swamp swallowing him whole... and he was foolish enough to let me cling to him.

He has family, friends,... and I'm just a small, insignificant person who accidentally stepped into his life...

He gave me all the sincerity he had, making up for the hurt I had suffered.

Looking at my watercolor sketch of someone's face, you'll feel uncomfortable.

Seeing me leave your sight with someone else will break your heart.