Ah, yes, that topsy turvy thing we call love and infatuation. There was a time where I was crazy about a person. In fact, the trials and ordeals of my heart surrounding this person is probably the main reason why I wrote so much poetry. It is not her fault, per se, she merely did what she did and I took it the way that I wanted to take it. This poem, however, is directly based off of a time I saw a mandala with her, and something she said.