what's wrong with me?

It isn’t about experience. It isn’t about age.

What matters is the instinct.

All these years, I thought I have been doing a lot to cultivate a perfect relationship. After learning others’ experience, now I shamefully realize what I had been doing was so insufficient. Obviously my best is not good enough. What’s wrong with me?

It is about plunging your whole self into it without calculating the returns.

It is about sharing a life to its fullest as if tomorrow will not come.

It is about giving the better than the best. It is about that person matters more to your own self.

There is no room for parsimony. Obviously I have a deficiency. It is only right that I am the one to be blamed for my misery.