Although once scattered, if they bloomed again... A flower with the same roots--could you not come to love it again?

No matter how annoyed you get, I'll get close to you, bit by biiiiit.

I want to break down the doubt.

Cross my heart - Cross your fingers!

Everything that takes on a shape of some sort will one day crumble, that is yet another form of beauty.

I have a looooot of friends so its okay! Thats why, I dont feel...lonely or anything at all.

Oh... my pain - I learned of loneliness.