Warm Sorrows Beyond the Light

This world has never been fair. Some people live like grass, insignificant specks of dust, yet there will always be someone who holds them dear and treasures them like precious gems.

Don't say you don't believe it. You just haven't met that person yet.

How fortunate I am to be myself, the one you cherish.

All the encounters and missed connections over the years have become warmth, coming toward me against the light.

In the darkness, let us love without restraint.