There are no purposes, as well as no idea
there are no reason, when I meet new people
There are no purposes to care for them so much
there are no reasons to keep a hope of care in return
There are no purposes to hold on to them
There are no reasons to not let them go away
The purpose is only to mend the broken
the reason is only to not find again someone like them
Then the purpose changes to be back to myself
Reason turns out to be that they won’t find someone like me again
