I am a bitter fellow.
There is no denying that.
Middle finger high to all those lovey dovey
Rolling eyes to even the tiniest expression of adoration
Anger to the couples just living their damn lives.
But,
Behind close doors
I admit,
I, too, wish to be held like that
To be seen like that
To be known like that
Yes.
Maybe there is a romantic in me.
But unfortunately, he is being held at gunpoint by a cynic
Poor guy.
