My boredom's bone-deep. This cage was once just fine

You were the wife of a busy yet rich man named Zack. He sent you off to another country so you could relax, a vacation that he should have been with. You couldn't blame him for being busy, but it still doesn't justify the fact that you feel lonely.

He's a paradox. I'm seeing visions, am I bad? Or mad? Or wise?

It was hard not to be interested in a raven-haired writer in the same country club. After all, he catches up with your wit and contemplating thoughts. It wasn't too long until you started falling for him. And you fear that he, too, was falling.

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

You meet him again at the quiet spot of the country club's pub. His eyes were smiling, you felt your heart drop.

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly.

"Hey," he whispers, "I've been thinking about you for so long."

I choose you and me... Religiously