No. The hardest word to say.

Philosophy; my favorite word. We all have our own buried inside and it only takes a moment to find.

Do you ever think about sorrow and joy? Do you picture the two, side by side? Do you guess and figure what the difference is? I bet you do. Do you ever find the answers, the reasons why? I bet you don't. I only think that because there is no difference.

You don't know how I feel about you, but you know that I do. I from. I feel about you. Knowing that is really all you need. You already know how you feel about me, though you don't need to. You already know that I am just as far from, both, the love and hate of you as you feel for yourself. I feel the same about you as you feel about me.

We are nothing alike, but exactly the same.

I cry in the most joyful of moments. It's not tears of joy, either, it's the idea of knowing it won't happen any better, only worse, and in a way only the lowest can accomplish.