My Joy

When I want [yearn, bleed for] something - and can't have it - I still can't bring myself to settle for anything different. It doesn't matter if that 'something different' is equally yolked, or even if it's better. My something is the only thing that will be my joy.

And if I truly can't have it, I'll eventually phase it out. Does that make me an idealist, or just stubborn?