You have no idea how many nights I cried quietly into the darkness, swallowing every sob so no one would hear, whispering to myself that maybe it was all my fault. Maybe I wasn’t enough for you. Maybe I was too much. Maybe I ruined everything by simply trying too hard to love you. I clung to that blame like a lifeline because accepting the truth that you could hurt me this deeply, was too painful to face. I broke myself in a thousand silent ways just to keep us from falling apart, while you stood there, acting like you were the one being torn down. And the cruelest part of it all? You never even saw it. You never noticed the cracks in me, never cared enough to look. You just let me bleed for something we were both responsible for, while pretending your hands were clean. 你想象不到有多少個夜晚，我在黑暗中默默哭泣，強忍下每一絲哽咽，不讓任何人聽到，我低聲對自己說，或許這都是我的錯。或許我對你來說不夠好。或許我做得太過分了。或許我過于努力地去愛你，反而毀了一切。我死死抓住這種自責，就像抓住一根救命索，因為接受這個事實——你竟能傷我至如此地步——實在太痛苦，難以面對。我在無數個寂靜的夜晚自我毀滅，只為防止我們徹底崩潰，而你卻站在那里，裝出一副被傷害的是你的樣子。而其中最殘酷的部分是你從未看到過這一切。