Troublesome, this woman.
So you enter a coffee shop at Hong Kong International Airport. Vietnamese coffee. The nectar of the gods, this stuff. You take black, she takes on a cream-laced brew. She's all smiles behind the caffeine-induced foam. You're all nerves. Nerves, nerves, nerves everywhere. You know full well that she may smile but that is no guarantee of an actual future between the two of you.
"Fall into my loving arms." you think to yourself. Just like a romantic Roman holiday.
Crush my spirit with a wave of denial.
You say that you would love to spend more time together because your heart skips a beat whenever you see her. Think Capri Island on a bright summer's day. Absolutely enchanting.
At the end of the day, the trouble with love is that it is traitorous. The impact of how difficult it can be is nearly impossible to quantify. It is of utmost importance to be prepared to traverse the many roads love has strewn on its map. Never assume. Never be afraid to compromise.
As touristy as a Singapore Sling can be, love too can be advertised as one thing, but actually be something completely different.
Especially when one gives and never receives. Never.
The trouble with love continues to persist despite one's best efforts to quell its impact.
MC
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