To the king of the world

I don't know what you want to do with me or what you want me to do for you. I don't know why you let people into my life like placing pieces on a chessboard and eventually be given up one by one to protect the other pieces who has a higher value. Who says that one should have greater value than the other by the way? I don't understand, maybe because I don't have even a slight grasp of your universal perspective up there. I wouldn't know, maybe if you'd grant me sunshine everyday, somebody somewhere across the world would freeze to death. So my prayers went with no return all throughout. How would I know? I am as foolish as everybody else not knowing the law of your universe. Most of all, I don't understand why you allowed us to learn love without giving the freewill of whom to love. How could you give so much restrictions for such an infinite idea? Infinite possibilities. I stopped talking to you because I don't know what would you say. I wouldn't even know if you're still listening to me. You're quite a silent guy. Or maybe not. But I'm not good at reading signs even the obvious. I'm not good at talking things out, too, you know that. But this is me trying.