“You can be well read, eloquent, intelligent and more, yet you still hold no opinion of your own.
You alway aim to appease the many at the sacrifice of what would define who you are.
You speak of pain, sorrow, loss and more, yet you’ve never experienced such a thing because for that you’d have to love someone else more than you love yourself and you’re not ready for that. No one ever is.
When it hits you everything changes, you change.
The worlds colours become dull by comparison to theirs.
Smells pale in comparison.
Food loses it’s taste for you’ve had something so sweet nothing else ever comes close again.
It is in that knowledge you know what you’ve lost. It is in that knowledge you finally understand what people mean when they say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
So tell me, tell me more about you…”