i think it's an art of living to succumb into the delusions you're believing. to be fascinated on how things look beautiful on the surface and it wouldn't matter as long as you don't get greedy to know deeper. who can be more compelling and beautiful than strangers?
so when you see someone you barely know, you might tell yourself, "ah, someday i would love him deeply". you would visualize walking down that aisle and waking up beside him. you would fall in love with how he treats his mother and how he holds the umbrella over you underneath that scorching sun.
the thoughts of him would crawl into your mind at the most random times of the day that you can barely think of anything else. his presence would always be the center of your attention. your heart starts beating erratically at even the pettiest thing that he does. the roots will grow and it will be extremely difficult to remove it without losing your mind or bleeding yourself.
you can try to think straight. blow that thin smoke of daydreams steaming at the top of your head. never believe in your own travesty even if it makes you happy. because when it comes to accept the reality, everything would crumble like the palace you built was just a worn down apartment. nothing else.
