i guess it must really be hard to see past anything beyond the sight of your own two eyes. harder still because you refuse to see anything else lest the truth incapacitate you for all that you are worth. you turn to anything, rage, despair and the all too chronic reason for anything that defies reason and denies scrutiny: faith. yes, the omnipotent is perhaps the greatest of all allies one can get when facing such a violent truth. yes, it gives the greatest placebo effect of all. apparently, in the ecstacy of divine intervention, one can talk of understanding without acceptance. as if the two were even separable!
yes, people fall out of love. but it is not such a tragedy, not more other than being the other side of the coin of falling in love. what amazes me is how one can talk of such an affliction (falling out of love) when the premise (to fall out of love the existence of love must at first hold true) is nothing but a fabrication of your own make. a reality conditioned to be so and then later referred to as serendipity at work. tell me, is it a part of serendipity to make yourself as visible as possible to someone you like until they finally get to see you in the fashion that you wish to? i don't know how you do it. become a returning customer for his cd burning business, call him up and ask them to come by to fix your pc, ask the whole class to tease both of you. that would definitely get his attention i suppose (why not write 'i like you' in your generous forehead instead?). yes. that's real serendipity at work. at least now, when i'll think about lady luck, i'll have a definite muse in mind.
if i'm lucky, i'll not be misunderstood as you read between the lines. take those goddamn blinders off your eyes. nothing can twist the truth more than understanding only the parts that do not hurt you. selective understanding is not understanding at all.