I feel like a part of me died since the day I stopped talking to Mr Stranger. I really love him, I really love Mr Stranger a lot, I love him from my heart. But love doesn't only mean getting that person and spending your whole life with him. Love means finding your happiness in the person whom you love. It doesn't matter if his happiness is with you or not. You're happy because that person is happy. I think that's true love.
I was happy by helping Mr. stranger. I made him see the reality of life. I was happy because he was happy. Everything was perfect, he was happy, I was happy too, but when I realised that I love him, I started thinking wrong, my mind went in the wrong direction. I became crazy to meet him and spoiled everything. If Mr Stranger wants me as his friend, I can be his frie
