It’s rather easy to lose your mind when you lose your heart.

As we sat at Mcd's having conversations til 4am in the morning, a particular colloquy about love that was uttered by R that ceases my attention.

"As much of cynic I can be, I do love the idea of falling in love."

Knowing her penchant for pessimism, I've always in ways hard headed in persisting her to see the light at the end of the tunnel. So when I hear her utter those words, a sudden glee overwhelms me. Despite the annihilist she perceives to be, it's such a light hearted to know she still believes in old blind faith. I reckon it was her environment that she grew up in which made her fear and doubt of the possibilities of ever possessing this utterly divine sensation.

Also to much coincidence, I stumble across this amazingly written passage that's somehow relatable to this gray matter.

"I have never tasted love.

I have never been blessed with the true feeling of love. I've always felt like an outcast in that way. Placed beside the world of loving individuals. Like it's not meant for me. You see, I'm a dreamer. And in my dreams I'm head over hills in love and it's mutual. Unfortunately, this makes me an observer. I observe everything and everyone around me, and the importance of my own actions fails. It's like I'm trapped inside my brain and completely unable to... do life. I think I'm in love with the thought of being in love, how cliché it may sound. And I don't want to wait forever. Maybe I'm just gonna have to accept it. Maybe there is this insignificant number of all the billion people on earth, who just aren't supposed to fall in love..."

Dedicated to R.