Sleeplessness

It is ironic how the person whom one loves most alone has the power to drive so much hurt into one's heart, to the point of sleeplessness. It is ironic that one rarely gets infuriated by the people who one doesn't care about so that being a loved one would mean having to face wrath every now and then. It is even more ironic that though one understands the irony, one cannot escape it; therefore, tormenting oneself with nights without sleep.