
- Mom, there’s a girl I like in school. But she likes someone else. He’s my roommate. And I am glad. Because he’s such a great guy. So I’m glad that she likes him and not someone else. That she’s not in love with someone like me who’s in hiding. Because I’m sure he can make her happy. So I’m glad. That’s what I think.
- What is it that you want to say to me right now?
- So that’s how I knew. Ah… I guess I love her. Because I’m thinking about her happiness over mine. Thus you don’t love me mother. You’ve never thought about my happiness before.