, I thought the pain wasn't so bad, if it came wrapped and entangled with an unfeasible longing and remnants of sweet memories which prolonged my desire to be with him. Memories which were a curse in all their nature and served to hurt me more in the long run but which I clung to with every fiber of my being because he was a god to me and I had captivated him if just for a moment.
he was a blind, shivering god and I worshiped him irregardless and dumbly.