I never lie when I confess my love.

I have never, and will never, tell you that I love you when I really don't.

To me, lying about love is the worst kind of lie. Inhuman and cruel and manipulative and disgusting.

If I do not love you, I will keep silent. I will not tell you that I love you.

If I do not love you, I will let you do anything you want--no matter if you hurt yourself or someone else.

If I do not love you, I will not care at all.

If I do not love you, I will never give you a second chance--I won't give you so many chances and I will not endure all your twisted heart's miserable attempts to hurt you.

If I do not love you, then I won't tell you that I love you.

When I love you, I will always love you. But I love myself enough to know that sometimes no matter how much I love you, it's best for us to stay away forever. I can grow numb to my love, and forget it--but I will not tell you that I love you if I don't.