I am better than you. I know my first love. It's been four years. Six months together, broke up.

But before I left, I heard a sentence. Like me. Although it is a lie.

But this sentence didn't bring me separation. It doesn't matter if you don't know. So what if I know the answer. If you say you don't like it, it hurts you again. If you say you like it, what do you get?

It is easier to pick it up than to put it down.