I fell in love with him when I heard him play the guitar. The strings let out a few notes. So slow. One string after the other. When he begun singing, I looked at him. That was the moment I gave my heart away . It was that simple, I guess.
His voice dug deeper caves for me to seek solitude in a promise which never gave away truth. That song never seemed to have ended because it went on even after he went away and sang other songs to another girl.
It appears to be that I was that stupid to even have that thought. My mind played tricks on me. I have made a fantasy, a story that was too good to be true. It was wrong to associate real-life men with those who I have found in books. What I have encountered was a mistake that has to be made and a risk that has to be taken. This is the problem with enthusiasts of the idea of love. It is the shithole that all hopeless romantics are stuck in. This is the reason why most of those like me are single. Well, the others are just lucky. I know I got caught in the midst of enjoying the euphoria. When it ended, I ate the scrapes like a scavenger, who waited for the restaurant to close and throw away the garbage. At first, I thought it was fun. But there were no more leftovers, there was nothing but self pity and self-loathing.
Last words: Everything turned out to be alright.
"We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad. " - Alice in Wonderland
