The memories he left me. They were enough to scar my soul. Enough to make me never want to love again. To think that love can be destroyed by a barrier of social class. Even when we both want to be with the other, we’re not permitted to do so. It’s heartbreaking. It’s tearing me apart, really. I just wish that it didn’t have to end this way. If only there were another way.

Is love not important enough to not be ignored by such fickle issues? I’d always believed that love can truly conquer all, but now, I’m not too sure. It seems this small hill, as I’d perceived it as, is much more than that. Perhaps it’s a giant mountain, a Mount Everest. One thing for sure, is that it’s the only thing in the way of my happiness.

This Mount Everest is a royal pain.

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