How untimely. How perfectly imperfect that I meet such a person as he. And while I act indifferently towards the future, beneath my confident and rational facade, I'm just as unsure about this as I am about the greatest perplexities of mankind. His call to acknowledge reality is resoundingly mature and perhaps too unpalatable for my naiveté. I still insist that I have erupted from that adolescent perception of love that made me once a fool, but I fear a regression. I fear a change too irreversible for a love with no antidote.
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