all good things (come to an end)

I’ve chosen the title of the latest song that has infected me with the dreadful LSS (the middls "s" is not for "sex" for goodness’ sake!). The reason why? I honestly don’t know why.

Cyril has obviously smirked me to nothingness. As if I did not anticipated it. I admit, I clung to a precocious thread of hope, that maybe, maybe he would be the one. Well I guess the bubble was pricked quite early. Poor him, the victim of my unrequited love. At least, to the very end, he listened, I just don’t know if there was a twinge of sincerity in his response or I just imagined it. The answer is left for amused guessing.

Why Cytil? I mean, he does not, not even an iota, meet with my standards of a sensual lover. But, I guess, my lust has dissipated to love… now really… I think I’m in love but who cares? I doubt, he really does.

I knew it when I feel it, was my marvelous response.

I confessed, in utter dramatic stupidity, that I love him and the best way is to forget him (Marion? Is that you? Yes dear.) just to save the remaining fragments of my heart from becoming powderized. I even suggested we play pretense that’s nothing wrong. Oh well, my favorite line comes to mind, "All the world is a stage and all the men mere actors." The catch is, who gets the top plum… laughter please.

At the end of the day, inches before midterms and my scarred face heals, I still love him…

Honestly.

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