I ADMIT IT

I doubt the magical contagion; I disbelieve the poetic charm and power of affection. I would deaf-mutely rely on all that, but last night opened my eyes (not only literally). It seems now (when wholeheartedness is no more) that when people don't meet up and talk, it feels inevitably awkward when they finally do. Appearances? I'm not willing to keep them up anymore. Well, unless I get the forbidden-fruit crush back with its taste of an over-the-rainbow promise. Promise of understanding.. so sweetly on tap not so long ago.