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For love, we know too less.

We thought loving is to make ourselves happy, yet is this the truth? I have kept asking myself this question, while I see it more clear when it happens to me. I could see that others, or, some others, would say they like(d) me because having me will have them happy (doesn't matter if they see it or not, usually they don't). I don't know if they do care how I feel of this, yet indeed I think, at least I feel they don't. I was the one that was supposed to make them happy, as for my happiness, that's not their business I guess.

I might be way to proud to say this. I don't know. But that is the reason why things won't work out. Some of them are easy to tell (only if they refuse to see), some of them are not (so I won't blame). While you are talking about what you like which is not specifially what I like, that is fine. But when you are talking too much about what you like and don't care about what I truly care, to be friends is the best it will lead to. Maybe I was too polite not to point this out, but maybe I was too proud to say it out loud. 

And maybe, I'm seeing you the same way, too, and you seeing me as no difference. I don't know you, maybe. 

Maybe I am just seeing the imagination out from my emotional brain, which does not reflect the real you. And I would, or, I might, just buried it, since my happiness is not the business you will do as well.