It is the pain of the world that complicates some love that should have been pure. The shyness and ignorance in high school were thought to have become indifferent under the tempering of the years, but little did they know that it was a kind of persistence that kept the pain till now. There was no room for choice. Things happened like that before you were ready, but before you had time to say the words that you could have said, you had the opportunity to say it. It was still the same when you were young and knowledgeable. Is it love too deep? Or is your love not superficial enough?