I shouldn’t keep doing this. I shouldn’t keep on pining for you. Doing so waters the False Hope plant (local name: paasa). I need some truth here. Then I can go on pining and perhaps, pursue you if your truth means I can do so. Or train myself not to pine anymore. That’s it.
I know I can’t do anything to stop myself from liking you. It’s not your doing. Nor mine. I prefer calling it “mystery.” This is what I need, your truth. And yeah, a bit of courage to accept that truth for what it is.