Somehow...

Finally, you cried.
The tears you drop on my shirt like razor blades, cutting into my heart.
Heavily.

Hate is a strong word, then why you said you hate youself?
You feel depressed because you still can't let it go.
"Why he cheatted on me? " you said.
I have no idea to give you a good answer.
Yes, I don't know.
And, I'm sorry.

After all, you are still you, right?

And I am still who I am.
Only if you, or me, believe ourselves, life indeed can be wonderful.