Fools choose to believe, others just choose and believe. When is it too late to be a fool?
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It is a familiarity that transcends reason: you have experienced it before, although you can't possibly have. Something longing something fonder. Insert the appropriate obsession.
It has been told in movies, described within novels, ripened legends and myths, inspired songs for millennia, molded almost every adolescence with an idle luxury for imagination. Surely, you must recognize it.
Someone once told me that the first love is the only love. You'll spend the rest of your life attempting to recreate it.
An ignorant heart can paint even darkest skies with rainbows. Or perhaps novelty just sweetens the dullest gestures. A combination of both, I suppose, can create the best puppy love. But you'll only get to use it once. Time and reality are the two daggers that will murder every naiveness you have.
I still think that all this is wrong. I still want to be the fool. Even when life wrinkles my smile. For what else is worthy enough to move on to?
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