the magical quality of the picture-perfect moments that reserve to be felt and recollected in the mind.
everything out of place with the natural order of stuff but nothing to fix.
never being a level playing field as the disparities are too many to count.
could have been transient but they are stubbornly held on to.
it is particularly incommensurable about the precise moment that a certain something delights us such that a look and a smile are exchanged. entirely spontaneous, rather frivolous but extremely sweet. it is fleeting instances like this that adds to the complexity. yet, somehow, the spark that fuels it has always been present.
at the end of the day, i'm still a hopeless romantic at heart. even though my family seems certain that i'm a heartless, dispassionate soul who needs help. if only they knew.
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