Situation
I have been in a situation. A situation where my feelings did acts of betrayal with my thoughts. This is when rationalization and reason seems to be a deviation og all other sorts. When all I want to do is to give in to my feelings. I never should have expected or even assumed. I never should have thought all the could-have-beens and what might-have-beens. But then, like all other acts of betrayal, my feelings expected, assumed, and dreamt. They wandered as if there are hopeless romantics finally experiencing the joys of romance, the lavish exhilaration of summers, and the warm embrace of winter. Nathaniel Hawthorne states: ""Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots." How can affection can be necessary if it seemed to be grown out of betrayal?
