It was just an accident that I met him and I begin to regret it when I see he doesn't care about anything, he doesn't date, and he keeps to himself, but everything changes over coffee and the smoke from his cigarette.
"Don't cry love. It's not your burden to bear." He pulled away, looking me in the eyes seriously. I paused for a moment, then embraced him tighter and kissed him fervently once more. "You made it my burden when you said you loved me."