Love is a cunning joke...

Once upton a time, one so believes in truth...
truth in the truest things, truth in love...
having been through a few relationships in the
past years...that faith, purity and hope have
leached away...one can't deny the possible
existence of true love but it's seemingly
unreachable preciousness distants it from
the material world of endless desires...

Story 1: Started with the purest ultimate hope
of love, he finally being dumped when all the
sparkles of love end into a pile of helpless ash...
and boredom...

Story 2: a mutual acceptance of splitting for
their own future, time gives the greatest fear,
distance gives the quietest loneliness...it's just
too exhausting to sustain such state of love...

Story 3: if only one can notice, can treasure it
3 days earlier...when one realised the case...
it's always been too late...too late...love is the
most cruel trap...a trap which no participant
can escape...time's up...effort given...the result
is the same...nothing can alter the feeling of
love in others...nothing...
selg-indulgence, ego and desires r nth more
than home-made illusions to mindlessly drive
oneself towards the bottomless abyss of love...
not until one is given one's last breathe to strive
for the sympathy and sorrow from her...but with
the inevitable failure and cruelty...one must
eventually reborn...it's just a matter of time...
to forget the unforgettable...

more and more stories emerge...
more A loves B just after B loved A...
more A loves B but B is going to nowhere A can go...
more A loves B but B can't sustain it for A...
more A loves B while B loves C...or even C loves A...

but as one reads them along...it seems to reassure
one's perspective of love...one cannot boast to have
found the ideal way to see it...not for anyone...
but for himself...