You, whom I encountered at the lowest point of my life and it pains me every time when I see your smile. All I have is feeling of guilt. Was that half of a smile? Perhaps it was the smile that withered from inability to comprehend the world. You claim you’re fine, but I guess that’s only thing the world can offer you. I hate reaching out with these small and empty hands, so that’s why I foolishly have to empty your reached out hands as well. -