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  Dreams are overrated, anyway Slight differences  Ol’ reliable “Out-of-your-league” Her higher expectations  “Told ya so”, friends  “It’s not meant to be” 4. Her higher expectations If slight differences and being out of your league have not convinced you. Fret not! I have two more points. At this point, I will point out that women have this inborn tendency to choose a partner.r Who is handsome, helpful, respectful, reliable, and takes responsibility? Apart from handsomeness, one cannot see those other character traits without approaching them first. Approaching is an important step forward. Handsomeness is a common feature that all women want for the next generation. So when they approach men, it is most likely that they have thought this thoroughly, and their chosen men are going to be handsome. So when you realise your dream girl had a “someone” she was smitten by, and even though years had gone by, she still craves that “someone”. Craving creates a space that is...

"Dear doubt, where are your whereabouts?" 🎧   The less I know The Better  🗎  Read It on Doc   for a proper experience So, you have finally met the girl you have been seeing in your dreams for over a year and a half. And now you have started to grow feelings for her, growing attached to every aspect of her life, so much so that each day, every second, you cannot stop thinking about her, which is unhealthy. Now it is interfering with your personal development, ruining your relationship with the people around you. And your ever-growing suspicion with every man she talks to is helping none. The best solution is to find a way out of this obsession and see her as she is. A friend. Let me provide you with some sound arguments, which I hope will help you with your predicament. The points I will go through: Dreams are overrated, anyway! Slight differences  Ol’ reliable “Out-of-your-league” Her higher expectations  “It’s not meant to be” 1. Dreams are ove...

My mother used to be,  A mother.  then she turned  into a perplexed woman; Now, she is a confused Human.  My father used to be,  A father. A respected instructor; A dutiful father (hah); A well-concerned husband( hah). But now,  A human with no end. My brother,  Never used to be, a brother,  Once a boy with curiosity, Then a teen who was thrown into the ocean, Then an adult with hope, love, and something more. Now, my brother is, a brother. Dutiful, respectful, and obedient. With no Curiosity,  With no hope, And no something more.  My sister, My sister... Used to be lively,  Used to be with love, Used to be with something more.  Then my used-to-be mother  And used to be a father  Cared so much for "the right thing to do" They erased what "used to be". And Me, dear old me... Writing from six feet under, I used to be alive. 14/06/24

Yes, the answer is always Yes. Even if she does not love me back. Even If she does not care whether I exist or not. Even If she looks at someone else while saying with a plain face that she does not believe in love*. But I do. I do. I do. I know it is idiocy. Self-destructive even. But I cannot help it.  (End of rambling) *where is the whereabouts of these doubts? From mouth to mouth. Ear to ear, this information spread like wildfire.  And I? I saw it and jumped into it. I Happily burned myself.