I feel that the world is driven by love and lost chances. You ask anyone about a love they used to have or the one that got away, and it will always be something that makes them dig deep inside. And something that might spark something inside of them to want to remember that feeling. The feeling of deep lust, a desire unfilled unless with that person who has their heart and the impending feeling of doom and emptiness when they think of the loss. Even the feeling of that loss can remind you of something much more than yourself. Something that makes you want more out of this thing we call life.