A sudden reflection.
Once upon a time there was... a time (heh) when
I did not give much of a fuck about fucking or relationships
or whatever things romantic.
And then there was a girl, who actually stirred something up inside me,
which looked suspiciously like feelings of infatuation.
And so I was prepared to ask her out and waited for the moment
that came soon enough.
And when it came, it turned out that I was a couple days too late,
and now she dates another,
and they are deep in love.
THE MORAL IS:
Considering how quickly I got over it,
I wonder
why had I even bothered in the first place.
I did not give much of a fuck about fucking or relationships
or whatever things romantic.
And then there was a girl, who actually stirred something up inside me,
which looked suspiciously like feelings of infatuation.
And so I was prepared to ask her out and waited for the moment
that came soon enough.
And when it came, it turned out that I was a couple days too late,
and now she dates another,
and they are deep in love.
THE MORAL IS:
Considering how quickly I got over it,
I wonder
why had I even bothered in the first place.