‘Fore I am looking for him as I’m not capable to proceed. His arrow has tragically missed. Blessings passed. Trial and error. Voices speaking to one another, overcrowding. Oh, how shameful. I don’t ask for much but I’m afraid that the feeling is not mutual for the latter. He told me to be patient but I’m running out of time or so I think. He told me not to rush and it’ll be natural but he has the fancy arrows and magic. It’s unfair. He has the power of love yet tries to sound selfless. He’s a hypocrite to the highest bitter. Love isn’t responsible for my happiness, I know but it’s a factor.. I suppose. I light my candle in the darkest of nights, praying to anyone out there for a response. As the ink begins to dry, I hope you take my wish into consideration. Please.