Deception.

Oh how I wanted to believe in love, it seemed so precious to me, a so considerable feeling, why wouldn't anyone take it seriously? But, what about the opposite proposition? Why take it seriously? Maybe, because it results of a consolidation, something that starts to have a special meaning, acquires a value, which varies according to the attribution made by the one who submits.

So, to me it seems a prerogative to be able to give up to a sea of possible illusions and ventures, in which the consequences only lead the way to suffering of a only being, the one who adores, idealizes, and illudes himself.

And why such a sublime feeling may be so easily disdained? Just because such conceit (despite of being universal, and always interpretated by divergent modes), only touches the behaviour of whose is envolved by it, being the individual corresponded with what he hopes from the person for whom he succumbs to reverence, so she, the person who is reverenced would be the only important factor in such point of a existance, then, the one who venerates would hardly have reasons to bewail for, his humour would be irreproachable, unless that something happens to threat his relation or his well being in order to interfere straightly to the relation.

In the case of no correspondence, nothing can be insteresting, nothing can take the thoughts that persists in reconcilement, of a new trial, but this only if there really was a interaction between the subjects concatenated by one's disinterest and the frustration of an other.

As we may realize, it doesn't refer to something that unites people magically, that makes them understand each other, trust, tolerate, and so many other behaviours we would expect naturally from someone we want to share part of our lives..