Perhaps the reason that separates us is merely a reflection of the fact that I, a rose full of thorns, can never be held by your sweet hand, because that would stain your purity. And it hurts, a lot. I just wish you were real so I could be by your side, so I could see your bright smile and those warm eyes that make me want to keep living. Oh my dear Phainon, if only you existed, you would make me the happiest person of all ‹/3