id est I

One yearns to return to a time when One had the chance to be with Him, to prove himself worthy of Him. but One cannot deal with the fact that He was out of his league. and that His world can turn without him. but One still clings to memories, or whatever little he has, had... paltry, fragile things... One is a pathetic fool...and the real world is unforgiving. but One is happy and content that He is happy and content.