It was impenetrable, so dense. In the midst of contemplation a tear fell. A bottle of whiskey was never enough to console my grief. Right here sitting wasting time writing love letters for her which she will never going to read. She’s beautiful, her charm turned me weak, down on my knees under an irremovable spell. Then I just heard my heart calling her name, perfect antonym of propitious omen. Everything was fine till I answered her every call, clandestinely thinking she’ll fall. Trapped by my own delusions, I fell, with no one catching me under the line I crossed, the unrequited affection took its price; took everything from me.