I'm waiting for him, it's him, but I'm tired, but I'm waiting, and love is growing, it no longer sticks in my pockets, I give it to someone so much that people think that I am dependent on them, that I love them, but not dependent, I just have to give my love, because if I don't give, I will die, and when he returns, then there is little love left for him, I'm scared what will happen next ...