Men may never know what they have.Those who think they have the world worked out are just waiting for the moment that they look at their surroundings and wonder what sits beyond the ever decreasing circle that they find themselves the centre of.Suddenly questioning why they do the things they do, without a hint of change, never knowing that what they find will change everything.They go in search of a happiness that is different from their kind of happiness, something better, a great love story too incredible to deny but scratch the surface and it’s lust that drives them on.Unable or unwilling to make someone happy who’s only crime was to give them unconditional love, emotion clouds and twists them into something they are not.What promised to be better times collapse, leaving nothing but pity and the hope that they were the less guilty of the two, a poor attempt to mask their despair.After self doubt and destruction comes reflection and a chance meeting will promise everything once again. They will panic and be tempted to think once again that there is something more important than uncomplicated love, lust screaming from within.Our hero may have enough inside to realise that something great can be waiting for them where they lay their head down at night but those moments of longing are never too far out of sight.