folie à deux

혼자여도 괜찮아.

이제껏 이렇게 오랫동안 혼자 잘만 살아 왔잖아.

그애가 없는 연습 해야지.

곧 언제 날 떠나갈 지 모르는데.

자꾸 연습해야지, 다시 혼자 될.

사랑은 무슨,

영원한 사랑은 더더욱 무슨.

미래는 또 무슨.

다 헛것.

what if my love keeps growing

and his love was at its peak to start with - and at best it can only plateau, and if not, it can only diminish from here?

maybe it's a blessing

that this is a love that cannot last,

so i know to cherish it even more.

is love not the greatest and commonest folie à deux?

what is love?

i don't know, i've not known it for so long, i'd forgotten what it felt like to be loved but most of all to love.

but i've been surprising myself, at how giving i've become now that i've found someone to love

how i give, my time, my sweetness, how i like to drive him, cook for him, make him laugh, pleasure him.

from time to time, i stop myself, i don't recognize myself hardly. 

but isn't it all give-and-take, shouldn't i be taking more? 

so i start to question myself, doubt his love or dedication to me,

but in the end, i want to love,

make the most of this opportunity to give my all,

love to the fullest.

love to no regret.