Forced love is as cruel as hate. I didn't know real love, selfless love. I just knew that I felt regret, and I wanted warmth to drive the coldness of it away.
When I was with Kyou-kun, I could tell myself I had been forgiven. The icy regret could fade. I told myself that was love.
But then she tripped into our lives, full of high hopes. The love she gave -- indiscriminately, without thought or reason or rhyme -- was pure. She didn't care if it was returned. She wanted to warm others, not to take their warmth.
I needed warmth.
