Thursday, July 03, 2008

Smoke gets in your eyes.

Love indeed Is Blind. When in love, one is able to overlook, sweep under the carpet, ignore, otherwise unacceptable habits, behaviours, characters presented in front and be convinced, it does not matter. Overwhelmed by the attention, the intensity of passion. After all, to love is to accept warts and all. Until.... when the infatuation subsides. Then reality sets it.

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