my stomach ties itself in knots knowing i am working to make him king of kings . i turned to him and he was looking down at our hands . when did other people 's opinions of me start to matter so much ? there was nothing i wasnt willing to do to bring that reality to pass . she tried to focus her attention onto her breathing . the man let out a yell and ran after his companion . i just shake my head at him and try not to regret having pushed him away . 