Someone's love for him is both a paradise and a threat.

You love him very much, truly very much. You always ran to him, and he always pushed you. It wasn't that he hated you, it was that he was afraid of human emotions. Sometimes he would try to get closer, then instantly let himself go again. In his eyes, those filthy people will leave him one day anyway, so what does it matter?

You went to him again on the cold street. You wanted to give him your jacket, you wanted to warm him in your arms.

"Get the f*ck off."

He just said this, afraid of you approaching him. But he never backed down, it's not like he really wants to get rid of you.

"You liar."