I loved her and cared for her but she was an urbane girl and I lived in squalor. She wouldn’t want someone as depressed as me. I have suffered malnutrition because her exotic looks make me feel very grim. Day by day as I try and forget her, I had to cultivate my rational smile. One day I felt like I wanted to be sublime and confront her of my true love. But when I went to find her, she was in the hospital. With a wretched, with a cholera and died later on that week. My love for her became rampanted and I started to feel like a tenement with all the thoughts in my mind. I started to think of the perfect embodiment of confusion and made a plan to not be obsessed over a woman that made me madly in love with her. But the next day he felt spontaneity and game to sit on a roof of a building and felt a sudden ambiguity if he should or should not jump for he was still in love with her. He jumped.