I looked into his eyes again today.. seemed like nothing had changed. Was it the same story that Alice experienced in wonderland? What is this Mad Hatter upto anyways?

He cant be taken.. I tried.. but he flutters away. I desperately try to hate him, thats the only escape I have. Maybe this is the despair of my human life. There is something so agonizing yet so beautiful of this superficial relationship I share with this immortal taken soul. Surrounded with his jesters, he's rules like a king from the tales. His sight makes me weak, but his words make me strong. Is this what they name as intermediate love? Maybe or Maybe not..