You know what's odd about me? Odder than most people? When I like someone... intimately- I do so in a way with so much belief that it's fate. I don't simply 'like' someone, but I actually believe that fate has put them in my life for a reason. And eventually I'll often come to terms with the fact that perhaps fate's only real reason for putting them in my life was for me to admire them from afar. That happens often. My lust interests rarely lust me back. They certainly humble me down, though. Could fate possibly put people in my heart, just to have my heart hurt over them? That seems awfully cruel. But at the same time it seems awfully common...
