循之光

You mean the world to me

Pathetic is it, to hold on to something that doesn’t belong to you

Tis Heart is not yours, Tis Lips are not yours, every move she makes, belong to someone else, and him only.

How awkward it is, to have the desire to love something so passionate, so devastating, so cruel, so determined, so stubborn, so lovely.

Yet it is by nature that we must work how in order to "woo" such item.

And if the result is indeed different from thy desire. We must take defeat honorably.

The saying “If you don’t try if will never wonder again”, can apply to such occasions. Yet ironically, selfishly, stupidly speaking: I crave thy drip of liquor that can wash away such anxiety that seems to be doomed for failure.

Yet, you mean the world to me.