There goes that woman, hiding her tears from the man that she loves the most.
There goes that man, who always smiled even though he knew the girl never liked him.
There goes that man, who kept watching from afar the woman who didn’t even know he existed.
Is it worth it?
There goes that woman, who is willing to save her money every day to buy a birthday present, to someone who doesn’t even expect words of congratulations from her.
There are many kinds of struggles in seeking and finding love. Even though it has to be in the most painful way: I think everyone still does it.
Love is indeed an interesting and unique art, and we, are the best artists.
If that’s the case, then the most beautiful art exhibition is actually a compilation of heartache and sorrow, because the deeper the bitterness you swallow, the more you realize that you are just a drop of ink in a wide ocean, and that ocean will never choose or even recognize you.
In the end, a good person, only being happiness philantropic for others, but being grief philantropic to themselves. It is what it is.
