Of all the days, and all the places, even all the people, you found me. Sitting in the corner. Quietly reading news articles of things I never really understand. You sought me out like a cat hunting the mouse. Easy prey, or at least you thought. Little did I know, I would be your saving grace. I was like the only thing in the world you didn't know you needed. Too bad my skin was too tough for you. What have I become?? I've become just like the rest of them. Jaded and torn and emotionally constipated. And you're trailing behind, slowly but surely. Like evaporation, condensation, and precipitation. The cycle will always repeat. But for what?? At what cost?? How can I tell the world I want matrimony when I can't even survive a first date?? Mind, heart, and soul blindly closed to the happiness we both needed. I can't help to save the world when it's me who needs the saving.