WHO'S WORLD OF FANTASY WILL YOU DIVE INTO NEXT?

HILL O HILL, why so cruel? Was it because I said that I like to climb you that you decided that I should up my game?

All I ever wanted was to get to the top before everyone else, and yet despite my broadcasted love for you, you keep playing hard to get.

You viciously attack my thighs stimulating the release of the burning lactic; you force me to reduce my speed sometimes to the point of a standstill; my chest aches from the torture you are subjecting my lungs and heart to, and yet you still play evasively.

I try to win your heart by enduring all these obstacles you’ve placed on my path, yet it seems you do not want me by your side. I glance over my shoulder and I see another like me seemingly struggling less to win your heart, and he does.

Feeling protective over you, I launch an attack hoping to dissuade him from chasing after you; to tell him that you are already mine. Yet you cruelly lend him strength not only to respond to my attack, but to counter it and move even further up the hill.

By this time, my legs and chest are at the point of spontaneously combusting should they come across any fuel. In addition, my legs begin to feel like jelly, and it is only my determination to get to the top that keeps them in pedalling motion.

Tell me, what did I do to deserve this cold treatment? Did I offend you in any way? Or is it that you have judged me before getting to know me?

Whatever the case, I will keep fighting to win your love, no matter what it takes. And when I do, I hope you will finally crown me King of the Mountain, and together, we shall build a castle.

You are mine, and one day when I finally rise up to the occasion, I will be yours.