How Can I Save a Love Gone Wrong?

If love is fair, then why do people cry out, despair, weep, and grieve

I thought that when I grew up, I would have a safe haven... But no. Like a polar bear, I lost my home and have been wandering ever since. Where is home? I never knew. The warm breeze from my hometown can blow all the way to distant places... but I can never go home again.

I can never return to... that utopia that once made me feel safe... I’m not especially sad, and I don’t want to cry. I just don’t want to remember...

She stood there, and everything, everything was just a dream. A dream... She... died back then...

Over and over again...