Fievelian Fantasy

With deletion of your number again, now I hereby declare the termination of clinging to your all—A vulnerable declaration, though. Impossibly I’ll try my best to, again, purify what I thought and turn it to previous period when I no longer longed for you.

Everyone’s desirous of many pieces of impossibilities.

Will I be qualified to desire any of them?

And desirous is, to me, becoming your steady. Someone is to appear, hopefully, to stir me from the impertinent dream, as I find it hard to overcome the resistance against you. I shall appreciate the advent of you these two months, and, anticipate one who presumably will come two years later, presumably as what the fortuneteller forecasted. Who knows? In no event shall I contemplate anything, everything about YOU.

Anyway… anyhow…

I WISH IF ONLY I KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU.