Anyways the main character has love issues no different than myself or anyone in general. And in all actuality I almost feel as if Rothfuss spied on the stories of my own past. Kvothe and Denna literally had the same exact fight in the second book as I did with my own lady. Though the book has been out for a year. Maybe I should of picked it up earlier to be more wary. Anyways we fought about all about nonsense of how I'm always Mr. Right and she couldn't nor doesn't want to be fixed and no one could ever understand. Also we were together but not official, no different than Kvothe and Denna again, and our relationship may have lasted only a quick span of months it was just too mysterious and awesome to be forgotten. So please forgive me if I am overdramatic about it, but sometimes life can be accountable over the most stupid of things...
So after reading another good chunk of that seemingly endless but good novel my own mind broke into many parts thinking about her, the past, and own life. Then a fourth part of my Alar began to construct a poem before a dreamless sleep claimed every part of my working mind. And this very work I will now share. Just let me tune my lute accordingly before I tell the tale.
If love is sight
It'd not be right
Rather search your heart
This is where it'd start
Thoughts wander
While the mind does ponder
Is this real?
Or just a game of zeal?
Was it an illusion?
Regardless, we met a conclusion
We got all dramatic
Which became problematic
So don't say I'm like your father
Now you're truly being a bother
Yet in my head you still do dwell
I admit it was a long way I fell
So heres to you
Cheers to all we've been through
And to the night that it did end
With all the txt messages we did send
A night one wouldn't believe
Such as that of a Christmas Eve
All these things I try to hide
Behind my thick and swollen pride
Though I guess it was not to be
Yet still this was a gift to me
The happiness we've had before
Is something which I'd never ignore
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