Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Under the misleading impression that we create our future, we stumbled giddily upon each other, each of us wearing our hearts on our sleeves. You with your immediate disgust and me with my ungentle persuasive countenance, you were hesitantly obliging. You cannot help feeling complimented by my attention, and I cannot accept the fact that you're plain as my mind slowly embellishes your image with expectations. One day the truth would surface and we would then realize how this is just an accident, a mere manifestation of entropy. One day we would have to let each other go.