more than ever there was a need to be there or just anywhere just to be noticed in all the good ways. The nights were still alone and awake regreting it. All her might couldnt conquer the hate the spite he had to have, when all she needed was a little more to get her going. That is, stated as “fact”, all she ever wanted. Just to be someone in his eyes without forcing it upon him nor herself to make it apparent. The situations she had to deal with, even when it went against every moral she ever placed within her. The point, as total after so long, was everything that he saw in her but held her back. WHy? she would ask, no answer, same as before.