a few weeks ago i had encountered someone absolutely beautiful, fascinating, unique from the rest of the world... which is a rarity beyond words, because i despise mediocrity with all my heart and soul and i'm already bored with most of the world. there is nothing worse than being ordinary.
despite the fact that i don't make mistakes in understanding my personal affection, it is still astonishing and baffling to myself, of how quickly and mercilessly i have become...smitten. since those particular hours i've been infatuated, but most of all, confused to why i am fading into oblivion.
i mock myself for possessing qualities of both the intuitive, hopeless romantic and the rationalizing, unforgiving cynic, yet unable to identify with either one alone. maybe i shouldn't have confessed, honesty sometimes can inspire nonexistent doubts. maybe i've already evolved into something of the past, an event that only once was.
the dynamics of emotions (and human relationships) is a funny thing, isn't it? it's a tragedy that sometimes, these splendid moments of clarity will never come.
