The Perfect Score

I saw this from someone's blog, someone whom i don't know..but i absolutely love and impress by her writing, particularly her maturity and sensuality..i secretly hope i can write like her...few days ago i wanted to write something about illusion of love & infatuation, here you go she put it just right in place; it did describe how exactly i felt and a snapshot of my last encounter! So indeed, I am not the only one........
Especially this final line, which i love: "For those playing the game, they're on top because you're caught up in this whirlwind of emotions confused by all the signs because of putting your heart out there to possibly, just possibly this time...find love.But cupid just isn't shooting arrows through these two hearts anytime soon because it's a set up. To get the best of you at the best compromise with all the perks. The illusion of love, fueled by your own infatuation to make it feel a-lot-like-love while making you fall deeper and deeper............................The perfect score."

Why is it always so hard? So hard to say goodbye to someone who wished you well long ago.Is is really ALWAYS greener on the other side?
Because.I'm starting to miss it.
. . .Often sleek but always stylish, he'd work the floor with his cheek and boyish charm.Always sending the message to me, keeping me on my toes...making it aware to me that I'm not the only girl in the room. He pulls me closer by making me work harder for his affection. Are we women really that obsessed with men who just want to play games with us?He's not in it for love my weakened-heart, he's using you to milk his ego and temporarily fulfill an empty part of his self obsessed soul. Playing with your heart is only part of the kick, the rest comes when he does. The scum of all those capable of even the slightest hint of emotion in their hearts. But I'm a b e l i e v e r, and it's the path that serenity takes me down... heals me, some how.....And time...does heal all wounds, even if it takes a little longer for some people to realize it.
. . .The stepping stones to recovery are many and it stretches for miles, crossing them is slow. It doesn't help when you strip yourself of everything capable of holding you back from healing, and all that's left is your heart. Like walking down a never ending path, naked of every feeling, every possession and care with nothing but a heart beat longing for it's...almost love.Only thing better than love is almost love, because you'll just never know whether is was or wasn't to be.
. . .Love takes time to blossom, infatuation always comes first. It's just like any other 10 step process we humans live our lives by, it's written in the book of love.You idiots (myself included until now) just haven't realised that it's all just a 1 2 3 A B C process.First comes the energy click, then the slow and slight flirtation, the infatuation kicks in soon after and then everything becomes blurry. It's unknown territory, because you don't know if it's infatuation, lust, a rebound or love.This is when all the bad judgment happens, you misunderstand signals, you ignore the obvious. The more you make excuses for his ways the harder and deeper you tumble into a fuzzy a-lot-like-love daze because you're dreaming up what your perfect man would be like. For those playing the game, they're on top because you're caught up in this whirlwind of emotions confused by all the signs because of putting your heart out there to possibly, just possibly this time...find love.But cupid just isn't shooting arrows through these two hearts anytime soon because it's a set up. To get the best of you at the best compromise with all the perks.The illusion of love, fueled by your own infatuation to make it feel a-lot-like-love while making you fall deeper and deeper............................The perfect score.