Whatever it was, I want it too...

Jealousy is the intolerance of rivalry. However, the chase is over. It's over.

Driving home, the valley was running along with my car as the golden sunset covered it like a blanket that warms you up from head to toe. Do I really want it all? All that I have been shaking for? Do I really want it...?

In fact I enjoyed the mystery of the thick fog during the early morning drives to school. I get to this conclusion every single time: unpredictability is more preferred than predictability. So then what fooled me?

Does familiarity breed contempt?

The chase is over.