Magic

I used to believe that one day there'd be a girl for me. And then I got older, and I saw the world for what it was.

I think the loss of innocence is equivalent to Eve eating the apple from the tree. After having sex for the first time, you don't see the magic in the eyes of women anymore. You don't believe in romance, or the beauty they present. It all becomes another face, another time, another place.

I try to reset myself just to feel these feelings again, but sometimes I worry that they are too far gone. Can you really believe in love when you know the truth?

I don't feel lonely. I don't feel. Because I don't feel, I am content. But it's coming at a risk. I guess I need to experience all the emotions I used to.