Because I Love

That day I ran so far because I love you—that's the only reason.

You humiliated me so much, yet I messaged you today. Not that I'll keep bothering you constantly. I just felt like saying certain things, so here I am...

Perhaps you never truly loved me, but I have loved you, loved you from my very soul, and I love you still. How much I love you—someone like you could never even imagine.

I'm neither greedy nor selfish, nor am I a liar. You have so much knowledge, so much learning and intelligence, but you never really knew me!
That day when I came to see you, what did you think? That I would harm you? How could you think me so inhuman?

Perhaps I acted crazy; when you suddenly stopped talking to me, I couldn't bear that pain.
That day, how beautifully you denied everything, how easily! How many lies you told to my face!
Some people can do anything! They can draw you close, then hurl you away! Why is it so hard for some people to become like them?

You don't know how much I suffered, how sick I became!
And still I love you, love you fiercely.
I want to see you, want to touch you, want to have you near.
Perhaps these are my wrongful desires. But for you I could do anything, everything...even wrong!

Perhaps I'll never see you again. That I might never see you again—there's no greater pain than this.
Still I want you to be happy...with your wife, your children, your loved ones.
Whenever I remember you, I think: may you have all the happiness this world holds—that would bring me peace.
I have no other wish from you.

For your happiness I could do anything—let you go, stay away without bothering you.
Whatever happiness I received from you, perhaps it was little to you, but to me it was heavenly.
Every moment between us was like heaven, impossible for me to forget. I don't want to forget. This isn't mere emotion—it's what my soul wants, what my very essence desires.
Perhaps that's what love is.

I could wait years and years just to see you.
Your slightest touch gives me infinite peace. I want to touch you once more, but where will I find you! This isn't just desire—my soul yearns for you.

But you're such a hypocrite, such a liar!
Why did you leave me and go away!
Do those who love you love you more than I do?
Could they stay away from you for your happiness?

No one could ever love you more than I do.
Because I love you, I want you to be happy with everyone around you.
What else could I possibly ask for!

The greatest pain is that I won't see you anymore!
I'll never feel your touch again!
Not in this life—it's impossible!
In this life I'll never have you as my own, but if there truly is another birth, in the next life will you be only mine, please?

You know, there's nothing more peaceful than love in this world. This love is so magnificent, so beautiful...I never knew before. Even from afar, you keep giving me infinite happiness.
Love keeps growing—not just for you, but for the entire world and the Creator. What joy there is even in this not-having, I can't explain.

Love that doesn't enlarge a person's heart—that person has never truly loved. There's no place for narrowness and sorrow in love. Love is pure joy.
Love where there's joy in thinking, joy in touching, joy even in not having—only that is love; everything else is pretense. All this shouting about love that people do—it's all pretense, just a license for lust.

Any true love is joyful—there's not as much pleasure even in union. And I learned to love this way from you.

You simply don't believe that I love you this much. You called me and said, why do I write such artificial words!

I feel disgusted! But I can't hate you either! Because you are part of me! How long can one hate oneself!

Even if you don't love me, at least believe this much—that someone truly loves you this deeply. You never even do that!
I'll never tell you these things again!
...I know I'll say them again.
Because I know, deep down you surely want me to keep telling you these things.
I remember you! The moment I try to sleep, I remember you.
I can't think of you as a bad person. Why would you be bad? I love you!

I want so much to see you. You're in this very world, and I can't see you! Can you imagine!

I can't find the answer to one question—why don't you want to meet me anymore, to maintain any relationship? What's the problem in that for you?
There was no harm in it! Then why don't you even want to talk! We never got to go see the mountains together; we were supposed to go in just a few days.
You can't tolerate any other man in my life.
The last day we met, I told you about a boy...that I would marry him. Since then you've been treating me so badly!
And that same you doesn't believe that I love only you!
I don't know if you're truly bad or good!

Do you believe that everything in a person's life is predetermined?
That everything is pre-planned by the Creator? Does that mean when people wrong each other, that too is the Creator's plan?

How could all this be pre-planned?
If everything is pre-planned by the Creator, why should humans suffer the consequences!

I desperately want to know—why didn't you love me? Sometimes people feel the love of others very late and become remorseful. Are we then too late even now? Should I wait even longer?

I don't need your love or remorse; I just want you to feel my love. There's a kind of peace in being able to feel selfless love. If I could see you find that little bit of peace, I'd be happy.