My heart… it can’t be settled. I keep on looking back, and I keep regretting. Not even once have I lived like the others. Sharing breakfast and dinner with someone, going home where someone is waiting, expressing sincerely about liking someone; those things. Humans who don’t live up to a 100 are all doing… those things that I laughed at. Those cold and warm… and beautiful things, I now want to do them.