I love you, but it has nothing to do with you.

     I love you, but it has nothing to do with you.

    I understand perfectly well that I've never truly entered your heart; I can never replace him in yours. I'm just a passerby in your life... When you first deleted me from your friends list, I already knew I was just a substitute. I called so many times before you finally answered. You said, "We're only suited to be friends," but I knew very well that in the end, we wouldn't even be friends; we'd become strangers! But I wasn't willing to accept it! I kept trying, trying so hard! I thought I would succeed. Every time, all I got was heartbreak.

    On Friday, you said you were feeling down and asked me to keep you company. You don't know how excited I was, staying up all night looking at your picture until dawn. On Saturday, I waited for you at the station. You came, you finally came. You came carrying a heavy heart. During dinner, you cried and kept saying "him." You said you liked him very much, that you liked him so much, that he didn't like me being fat, didn't like me talking to other guys, didn't like... saying you would change until he liked you. But you didn't know how I felt when you said those words. I tried to calm myself down and listened quietly as you spoke. Tears streamed down your face, dripping into my heart. I slowly asked, "Is it worth it? If you change everything for him, are you still yourself? Is this the kind of love you want?" You replied, "The man I love, I'd give my life for him, and changing everything for him is worth it!"

    You begged me to call him. To tell him you went back, to tell him she was unhappy. After several attempts, he finally answered. I told "him" she went back, that she cried and I should comfort her, that she liked me. I heard a dismissive "hmm" from the other end, and the phone hung up. I'd known her for 191 days, and this was the first time she'd begged me like this. Seeing the person I loved mean nothing to him, while she still loved him. I loved you, and you made me push you into someone who didn't love you. Did you even care about my feelings then? I have a heart too, but you didn't care at all about my heartbreak. It was raining, and I saw you off on the bus back to school. You left without looking back. I walked alone on the road you'd walked, the rain masking my tears...

    That night, I opened QQ and saw your QQ was gone from my contacts. I knew you'd deleted me again. I understood my presence had disturbed your life. You deleted me the first time, so you'd delete me again. I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly. But I still love you, for no reason. No matter the outcome, no matter when you turn back, I will always be behind you, never leaving.

    It's destined that I love you, and my love for you has nothing to do with you.

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