There is no easy way to describe my emotions. This rage that is stalking me, haunting me, tracing every mark i create in the spoiled dirt. It's unfinished. It wasn't ended the proper way, he didn't know how else to leave me. He is young, so am i, yet my heart has developed it's full mind. I know what to do, i know if i love someone, and i wouldn't dare say the words if i question those words even once. A naive boy, a clueless, impetuous lover, whom couldn't understand the definition of the strongest emotion in life itself. He will know one day, how i feel, he will learn what it feels like to love someone, once he's lost the one he loved. He would have questioned his love for her, and he would have cheated on her, been disloyal, and dishonest. He will lose her, and he will feel pain like no other, then he will think of me and what he did. The girl will not care, and he will care too much, he will lose his one love, when his one love never even loved him.