I’m lucky to have met and known and be loved a little by someone who loves knowledge. And is keen and curious about everything, except me. Ofcourse I’m no object or a broad controversial subject. I’m a bit torn I wonder if he ever thought why, or has his curiosity chosen to completely ignore my strange personality. The little things that mean the world to me, he’s just set out to destroy them. What’s the use of the knowledge you gain or all you know if you let the girl you “claim to love” go to sleep broken and hopeless, all that she ever believed in shattered.