simple,
like a newly bloomed flower,
he blooms as something magnificent in this book of torn pages and undecided chapters I call life.
it doesn't make any sense to add happiness to a situation where it's bound to be distoryed in all hopes it'll work out
but the sad truth is everything is temporary as bittersweet as it sounds
just keep in mind
nothing is permanent either
but how am I supposed to believe this theory when in my head

the image of his smile is permanent.