When you tell me you are concerned, it makes me feel frightened. Maybe doubt is constantly invading your mind, but for me, everything feels genuine. But those words from your mouth are straight daggers into my being. They make me feel naive for thinking every obstacle isn’t a warning sign. I try to take a step back to see if I am consumed by lust, but I never find its presence. I might just be desperate for us to survive.
Am I hopeless for losing any negative judgment?











