A moment, that you would sacrifice your life, your passion, your time, just to make them happy. You let yourself destructed, you put aside your ego. Embracing the concept of love. A full and thorough love. Filling your mind with tension on how to make them happy, without thinking how are you going to be happy. You keep your true feeling, you hide it. You don’t want to force them to do what you want, you don’t want them to sacrifice their life. Let just you who feeling sad, let just you who will carry the burden.
You fail to communicate. You fail to lead them. You fail to teach them on how to respect on what you have done.
In the end, this is what you called life. Where when you give them, then you have something to ask from them. Be you not angel. You just human. Be there is no blind love, there is love with something to take back. There is love with two eyes, and a million cells of greed.
You fail on becoming angel. You just human. Where sometimes, nobody wants to blindly loving you, just the way you in a stupidly manner loving them.