I wanted to live a lonely life with required wealth to have every luxuries.
Because I couldn't afford Love
Love costs a fortune.
Love costs the tears dripping desperate resolve
Love costs being cautious of loosing the well awaited happiness wrapped in yarn threads born from worry and in such worry when do I feel happy amidst the tightening grip from worry's yarn threads.
I choose to denounce on the uncertainty love leaves me in.
I choose to trade money to be a part of...