Love is tiring, but...
But what?
I don't know, it somehow seems right, but...
Too many buts for love.
Smiling. But it' s love, I don't know
Maybe it's not.
Don't say that!
Why not?
Because...I feel...loved?
Maybe it is then.
Don't say that either.
Annoyed. Why not?...You're wierd about this.
I can't help it, it's not easy.
Loving or being loved?
Maybe both. I wanna hate first.
Why?
If you can't hate, you can't love.
Or vice versa?
But hating is easier. Isin't it? But I don't think I can hate.
Then you can't love.
Well...if it's a want, then no. It would only be an mirage then.
But what if it's a need?
I guess I'll know when I'm about to die.
Laughing. It'll be sad if you have to wait so long!
Atleast I'll know.
What's the point? You'll be dead.
True.
Then?
Don't you see? I'll die knowing!
Is that important?
How can I die without knowing?
Knowing that love is a need?
I would only know how to reminiscence.
And you need something to reminiscence about?
I wouldn't have died without it. That would mean something.
It would.
It needs to mean something.
It does.
Life should need love and what's love without reminiscence.
