“Cupid, hath thou pierced me with thy sweet searing arrow. Stomach, cease thy lustful quake.” Passion, let loose your grasp at my heart. Free me of this torrent of tears and heartache. Have you no mercy for thy loyal servant? Be their no limit to thy cruelty?
I have found myself conflicted, my soul torn between three loves. Two loves being my own and one love being in favor of myself. What am I to do? There’s one… her face lights the sky at night and keeps life afloat, for without it we’d surely drown. If there would be any one person in this world that I love, it would be her and I would love her unconditionally. The second is just as breathtaking, and possibly twice as zealous, she couldn’t be more incredible. Not only that, she makes me laugh…she makes me smile. And the third, she loves me so much, maybe too much, because I can’t return the sentiment, and I hate myself because of it. Now you see, but may not understand, because even with all this love in my life I’m still conflicted, still unhappy. You shouldn't seem puzzled, as If there were any other way to live.
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