The pleasure of having a comet memory of her.
The satisfaction of keeping my whole heart on her table.
The hurt of watching her walk away.
The stabs felt when she calls someone else hers.
The joy of knowing she's doing well.
The pain of realising you fit the bottom in her priorities.
The ignorance my feelings receive.
The not knowing of what would had made her fall for me.
The incompetence of my pure love.
My orphan heart will never know home.
