It was clear. How could it not. Everyone saw, yet it chose to blind itself from the truth. Living a world of make believe, one's own imagination. Hoping, that's what it was. But no good came from it. Did it? Nothing, but sheer disappointment. Warned, but heeded no one's. If only you listened. Listened hard. Letting your guard down cost you. Grave mistake. But then, how could one not? "WHY" is all that needs to be said. No more, no less. If your guts permits, that is. All that longing... for what? Like you would be favoured. Pathetic, correct. That's what you are. Living on memories, to feed the emptiness inside. Memories, you thought meant something, was just dust to another. Gone with the wind. It's time you look hard and stop being a slave to your heart. There's nothing out there. Nothing.