days go by and you do what you always do, live.
and as you are about to suppress a yawn and swallow down your routine, a
delicate creature catches your eyesight. wowww! what a look! what a motion! what
an aura! you have to capture the moment. and then you can not do otherwise but
to look at the photo again and again and admire this miracle. but no, this is
not enough. you have to express these emotions, to show your affection, to
honor this beauty. so you make an icon of it and you write a few words to praise
it. and you imagine yourself handing it over and your feelings returned and
butterflies in your stomach and… and… and then reality happens. a condescending
smile and a typical thank you. damn! but of course you fool! wake up! it’s a
bug, it does not see the way you see and it definitely can not read! besides
at which point did the selfless loving feelings turned into egocentric self-indulgent expectations?!
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