This entry isn't going to be like the others. This entry will express merely how I feel on this day. ________________________________________________ I can't grapple to see him walk past me and leaving me to ponder what he thinks. Why does it even concern me what HE thinks? I feel as if history will iterate itself. The cycle will repeat itself. Why do I even try? He touches me as if I feel nothing. He looks at me as if I won't look back. I know nothing of him, Yet he still manages to make me smile. Makes all my worries die, rather than me. Undone...