It pains me to admire you.
By doing such, I am constantly reminded of a fact I cannot simply deny –
how incompetent and degenerate I am compared to you.
The distance from where you soar to the ground where I am fixed is a hundred miles my broken wings couldn’t fly just yet.
My admiration for you is the sting of desire that pushes me to erase that distance, to reach the heights of your success and contest your priceless talent.
I admire you, for as long as my aching heart could suffice.
