Saturday, January 25, 2014

Do I Love Anne?

Many men and women have wondered whether they are in love; I am no different.

However, unlike most, my judgement has been impaired, making me doubt whatever I conclude now, as well as what I have come to believe, since it's origins have been clouded in misjudgement.

Now, not only am I certain I'm in love, but I am also certain that I need to be more clear on the issue, contradictory as it may seem. I also want to convince my mother of my undying love for 'this' girl, so this written work shall come in handy.

So, dear reader, walk with me on this journey, as I attempt to conclude for certain whether I love "Anne" or not, and come up with a proof either way, that I may rest in peace with the comfort of certainty.

Whatever happens, before this journey begins I would like to state that I love Anne with all my heart, and she is most precious to me.

That will this love stand the test of time, fire and hardship is undoubted - but will it stand the test of truth, reality and honesty? That remains to be seen, with reality as the master of all, by it's very definition.

And Anne! Should you ever read this - I hope you're happy, safe and well. Take care of yourself, eh? :)

Thursday, January 23, 2014

King among commen Men


- For Anne. 

Yours is the name that fills the void,
Yours is the fame that resounds in my head - 
Reality is by your excellence defied;
You are the purest poetry ever read. 

Your existence is the best blessing,
And fortunate is he, 
Who to your heart holds the key - 
For among common men, he is King.  

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Do I love Anne?

I'm writing a book where I employ literary exploratory techniques and logical analysis to determine whether I love Anne. I shall be posting updates from that book as I write it. I hope it's of interest to you all, and that you enjoy reading.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

McHarar

I ran into a girl who was visiting from outside the country. We met before by chance when I showed her the way around campus, and then now again by chance.

This time, now that I could see her under the lights in the promenade of UW1, I thought she was fairly pretty. She looked kind of like Anne; my internal sensors were used to identifying her face, mapping them even on other girls.

Soon, however, I employed the trick I usually do with girls other than Anne - I pierced the sheen of auratic enjoyability that some females generate, and I was able to observe her objectively.

That made me feel better, though I lost the enjoyability that I will never have with Anne.