I could never compare to them in your heart, I know.
Your eyes remind me each time you tell me about them.
They light up, the way children do when they see snow falling
for the very first time.
I hold onto you, even though I know I will fill only one page in your book of life.
I hold onto you since your name riddles chapters in my book.
It is foolish, I suffer alone.
It is infuriating.
Human beings have multiple sides,
so love between them should never be one sided.
So I end my suffering.
