I once used the short morning light as a springboard, just to get closer to the white moonlight and the rising sun. He clearly knew my original intention, but he used extreme tenderness to pamper me like a princess. He gave me all his preferences, allowing me to slowly sink into the sweetness and forget my original obsession. I thought I would be him for the rest of my life, but beside the red roses on Christmas Eve, I lost my light forever. It turns out that the second choice I thought was the preference that he cherished throughout his youth and even his life; it turns out that behind the sweetest dog food is the most profound regret. Some people, once missed, are lost forever.
