Romantic reactionary, into a selective trap that regressively brings us.
One within I did learn from William Shakespeare is that love is blind.
Emancipatory love and love of hate, and along with the desires of our existential love with the means of mawkish love, do all of these things prosper.
Yet love, It's all a means to understand where the sunk costs come in.
Sunk as it cannot be taken back when it's gone, or sunk as a hand on a cushion.
So here it goes, another sunk romantic wishful destiny, coming in and out with the attempt done.