"If I'm stabbed by a stilleto, i don't need to know where the stilleto was made, who the hell it was who stabbed me or even how it ended up hurting me.. all I need to just get it out from my chest and stop this pain.. but even so.. i start to doubt if it's a good thing to do, because I know, the moment I take it out, i will bleed to death.."

"I don't care if she is punishing herself.. I don't care if I am hurting her.. and I clearly don't care if she is dying.. i don't, and i don't want to care anymore.. because she deserves it.. she does.."

"Everytime I stand up right in front of the mirror, i can't bear to see myself.. I can't.. because i know, i just can't see myself without her.. not without her.. that's why.. even if it's hurt until it kills me.. let her, let her hate me with all she can do.."

"Why don't you tell me the truth? why? is it because I don't deserve the truth? or I don't deserve to have you? or what? you don't love me anymore?"

"..two years.. two years ago, I kept asking you.. I kept telling you.. and I begged you.. i did.. but never once you turned back to me.. did you remember what you told me back then? did you? should i remind you now? should i give you the same answer you gave me back ago for the very same question I asked back then?"

"I wish.. I wish to never fall in love with you.."

"..you're right.. I wish.. I wish to never fall in love with you.."