I used to have a good love, but I left it behind because of ancient and irrefutable reasons. This new love I'm experiencing, I'm not sure if it's really good or not. This time, I'm the one who ran towards it. myself Running in with the rope that will bind us together. The first rope was tied to me by the love we have for each other and it was never too tight or too loose. Sometimes it was tight. Somewhat tight until it hurts But sometimes it's so gentle that I'm fascinated. It's as good as I've ever been in love. But I cut this rope out of kindness. I never turned to look at the owner of the rope again. I don't know why I did this. It might be because I want to tie a new string with someone else who made me give up such happiness.
This new rope I tied for him myself, the rope that connects the two of us to run together. It's so good that even though he doesn't show that he loves me, he still grabs me and runs away together. But the days are always uncertain from the day the two of us used to hold hands and run together. It must have made him think of something that I couldn't understand. He let go of my hand, but the two of us
People still ran together with the ropes I tied them to. Sometimes the ropes on his wrists were about to come loose. But it was me who tied it like before. I saw that he looked at his wrist when the rope was about to come loose, but why didn't he think of doing anything with it? He didn't think of tying it. With it on his wrist?
He doesn't care about the rope I tie him to, but hey, I'm the one who ties it back to him every time it's about to come loose, and he doesn't mind, but it still doesn't get better. It felt like he was running so fast that it made the rope we tied together so tight that my wrists hurt. He didn't even look at me. Didn't he think that he was running so fast? That kind of thing made my wrist hurt, but the way he ran so fast and ahead of me like that, it made me see that his other arm was tied with two more ropes.
That's not my rope. Why? Whose rope is this? I asked him, but he didn't answer. He held my hand and continued running. I don't understand what he did, did he return to the way he was before? Did he want to hold my hand and run together like before? But even though he came back to hold my hand, he never asked. I couldn't explain how the wound on my wrist happened, but whatever it was, he probably couldn't see it.
But it wasn't long before he let go of my hand again and he ran so fast that I could only follow him. I felt my rope starting to break every time. I found many tools to practice with this rope. I don't want it to be lost at all. But when I practiced this rope, my wrist hurt so much and he kept running faster and faster, causing the rope to break even faster.
And then he stopped, right? Did he feel that I wasn't next to him? He ran back to me. He was so happy. He helped me fix our rope. Then he ran again. Why didn't he think of waiting for me? Wait, I can't run in time. Can you wait for me first? He helped me fix the rope but didn't heal the wound on my wrist. Right now it stings and hurts so much. I don't have the strength to run anymore but I don't want this rope to break but it hurts so much on my wrist.
Every time he ran, every time he moved, this rope rubbed against my wrist until it hurt. What should I do next? Should I rush over to him and cut the other two ropes? Because that might be the cause of him running so fast, or should I run next to him so that one day they'll hold hands and run together again? In the end, I'm going to cut off this rope. I'm hurting my wrist. But on the other hand, I'm thinking about how my body will be. I just want him to come back and run together like before, and I'll be satisfied. ....What should I do next???