At this very moment, somewhere in the world, a girl is
inundating her heart with mawkish hopes – surrounding, of course, someone she
can’t have. For that is the nature of humanity, a constant hunger for the
unattainable. She doesn’t realize how futile it all is, but perhaps that is the
beauty we can find in her situation; an innocence of desire and purity of faith
untarnished by the desolate and harsh reality that is unrequited love. The
subject she has fixated on isn’t even that special (let’s be honest, no one is truly
unique in a world of seven billion inhabitants), but somehow her mind has
distorted this truth, quixotically convinced her than he is the only one who
truly understands her. Once she has fixated on this individual, there’s no
turning back – not for her. She can’t forget when youth touched youth to fire,
and how the melting ecstasy of a first kiss dwarfed all other experiences to
unimportance and unreality. She can’t forget that he once filled her head with
those idealistic ramblings, too; how he divulged to her the unblinking verity that
life doesn’t have to be tragedy after tragedy. She knows that truth – she
accepts it, and does her best to not unnecessarily dramatize every mundane
aspect of her life, contorting reality into some syrupy, disgustingly
sentimental world. This particular girl’s problem is that she physically cannot
repair the gaping hole left by his absence; only replace its tenant. She’ll plug
it with music for now. The lyrics may further her inane yearning, but the
melodies are a soothing backdrop to her anxieties.
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