I have no right to know. I don’t have a method of stepping into the depths of your heart without getting it dirty.
So I’ll wait.
When you want to talk, when you think it’s okay to talk.. Talk to me. Until that time, I’ll wait,
‘dad’ a young boy goes to his father, ‘I’m depressed because I have a personality crisis where I act angrily towards my crush but secretly I harbour feelings for them that I don’t admit.’
the father sighs pitifully and pats his son’s arm ‘dere dere, tsun’