ุฃุญุจุจุชู ูููุช ุฃุนููู ุฃูู ููุณ ูู..
ููุช ุฃุนูู ุฃููู ุณุฃุนุชุงุฏ ุนููู ูุณุฃุญุจู ุญุฏ ุงูุฌููู
ุฃุนุดู ุฃููุงู ู ูุฃูุฑู ููู ูู
ููุช ุฃุนูู ุฃููู ุฃุฌุฑู ุจูุญู ููุณู
ูุฃูููู ุฃุณู ุงูุณููู ูุงุฌุฑุญ ๏ป๏ปุจูู
ููุช ุฃุนูู ูุฃุนูู ุจุญูุงุฆู ู ูุฌุนู
ููุงููุน ุณูุญุฏุซ ูุง ู ุญุงูู
ูู ูููู ูู ูุฑ ููู ุฅูู ุฌูุขูุจู ูุฒุฏุงุฏ ูููู ูุชูุชูุฑ ๏ป๏ปุจูู ุฃูุซุฑ
ููุช ุฃุนูู ุฃูู ููู ุข ุฒุงุฏุช ุขูุงู ู ู ุนู ุฒุงุฏุช ุงูุขูุงู ุงููุงุฏู ู ุฃูุซุฑ
ููุช ุฃุนูู ููู ู ุง ู ูู ููุจ ูุฑูุญ ููููู
ููุช ู ุฌููู ุจู ุนุดูุชู ุญุฏ ุงูุฌูู๏ปฅ
ุฃุญุจุจุช ููุงู ู ุญุชู ุตุฑุงุฎู
ุฃูููู ุฃุญุจุจุชู ุจูู ุตุฏู
ุฃู ุฃูุชูุฒู ุตู ุชูู ูุฃุฌูุนู ุชูู ุงููุงุฑ ุชุญุฑู ู ุงุฎูู ุฃุถูุงุนู
ุงุชุฑูุฏูู ุงูููุงูู
ุงูููุงูู ูู ุจุฏุงูุฉ ุนุจุงุฑุชู ูุฐู
ุญูุงู ุฃุญุจุจุชู ููููู ููุณ ูู..!!I loved him, and I knew he wasn't mine. I knew I'd get used to him and love him to the point of madness. I cherished my days and hated my sleep. I knew I was wronging myself, sharpening the knife to wound my own heart. I knew, I knew painful truths and a reality that would inevitably occur. Every day that passed with him by my side, my anxiety increased, my heart grew more tense. I knew that the more days I spent with him, the more pain would come. I knew, but no heart or soul understood. I was madly in love with him, I loved him to the point of insanity. I loved his words, even his shouts. I loved him with all my heart, or I would remain silent and let that fire burn behind my ribs. Do you want the end? The end is at the beginning of this statement. I truly loved him, but he wasn't mine.













