That fool. That stupid fool.

It is small. But it weaves a tale so whole that only a fool can miss it. Still, a fool managed to ignore it. It takes a while to weave such amount of love and care into something so small that others might just give it up as a lost cause. Still, persistent is there but love kept it going. Smile shone onto every thread entwine with endearment and the lighted face that will surely be enough to keep the weaver going. For that, devotion stood up and gave a curtsy bow cause it's an effort matchless by any others.

Every knot knits an unbelievable amount of loving words that needless to be utterred. The shape, a future that's yet to come. Every color, a different emotions that's to be shared for the lifetime of eternity.

And now every little knot that forms the foundation of the tale, is akin a sharp thrust of knife into the heart of the blind fool. The shape, a future that's residing in the past. Every color that the fool choosed to forsake now haunts the fool for callousness in appreciating them.

Damn. That indifferent fool. Frigid to things that's obvious. Uncaring when it matters the most. Placid when it matters the most.

When all the fool ever need to do was just to show a tinge of appreciation. Just a dash. Even a mere dot. It would sufficed. It would. And the fool failed.