mixed with the potency of jealousy.
It is a feeling that brings with it a great happiness
but also an even greater sorrow.
You realize in this world filled with anger, hate and every sort of detestable act
a love like that which you are trying to develop won't be able to blossom.
It won't be able to bud like the morning lillies.
It won't be able to flourish like the dandelions in the spring.
Instead it can only die and become a distant beautiful memory
like watching autumn change into winter.