I grew up with a different view. The person I am now was because of my hard work, sacrifices, pain, and my tears. I gave up an easy life, because I wanted to be different. Pain is something I grew accustomed with, be it to my body or my heart. But why is it, whenever I see those fierce amber eyes, I feel sadness. A tickling sensation in my heart and the knotting in my stomach. Sadness not because I didn't want him. It was pity and regret. Regret that I never met him first. And pity... Because he'll never have my heart. How very cruel and playful of you, destiny.