Infatuation and all those “make believe” realities…


It is the unacknowledged attention you’ve given that makes it more difficult to accept that there’s really nothing between you and your one-sided affection/attraction to the other person.

One, you’re being to expectant that there’ll be something more, apart from this obviously bizarre love or like or love or like affair.

Two, it’s the anonymity itself that makes it even harder to recognize. You know every single detail about him/her but, do they know that someone like you is existing?

Three, it’s the stolen glances and restricted stares that makes your heart giddy and beating too fast, too fast that you can’t barely contain yourself. And that forbidden shouty sign saying, “Hey! I’ve been stalking you for a very long time now and we’ve been meeting coincidentally for long now, why can’t you see that as fate making its move to let us meet and start talking to me!”

Four, it is the make-believe “meant-to-be” encounters that makes you think that maybe, just maybe you both like each other. Whereas, the idea maybe true but not to both of you, just for you.

Five, the idea of you being struck by the thought of hopelessly being in love with the person and “that” person being in love with someone else, which is totally incomprehensible because you know that you two were “matchmade in heaven.”

Six, the so-called signs and commonality between you and “that” person whereas truth is, he/she doesn’t mind it all.

Finally, the too much “expectation” that there’s really something going between you two but then, if you think about it there’s nothing but your illusion, and that somehow that person will realize that someone like you, who is very perfect for him, is existing.

Admiration will never equate to love, like nor infatuation, not unless both sides are aware of its presence.

It sure is easy to believe that every single coincidence in your life may mean something but, what is but,

just a total leap of fate, with nothing more nor nothing less.

alette stuff signature


“FLING. . .”


We’re together but it feels as though

we’re miles and miles apart…

I miss the company

the joy,

the moments shared,

and all those sneaky time spent together

that special momentarily companionship.


is but, a temporary swing of time

for “both of us.”

Unfortunately, it is less than what we think…

Cause the only thing we are holding on to

is just a surreal and lucrative commitment for each other…

Nothing but a FLING..


alette stuff signature