The S Logic.

N I would be thinking up stories about me n him. Sinful stories of unambiguous end. Why would I content myself with stories solely? Well, I could, I really could, I assert you, I could go like I am now straight to him and tell him what is in my mind but I will have reflected on our relationship as of today. Worse still, I do have to commune with him on an almost daily basis at the uni and this will have been unbearable. What is more, I presume he is not of the sort willing for the type of swindle I am used of  making when it comes to male-female encounters. He is if the righteous sort. He is of the lawful sort. He is of the old-fashioned, if you will, sort. He is of the conservative sort. He seems inexperienced in those matters I am currently viewing on my agenda. Perhaps he would be an easy aim to shoot. Perhaps. I do not rule this out. But his features are nonetheless clearly pointing to a certain fixed course of further events. Provided I made the move, I would be  damned [by him obviously] if I did not proceed. A metathought: have ever wondered on the reasons why is it that when we feel something to another person [infatuation definitely included] we, as the infatuated entity, seem to become dumber and dumber upon each encounter with the said person? Moreover, we feel as if there was a part of us taken, we feel overwhelmingly unable to procure a decent conversation topic, contributing to out negative image building in the mind of our beloved at the same time. My private hypothesis is, it is due to the fact that on such described occasions as we tend to think about the other one, we try to deepen his/her thoughts, attempt at getting inside the person's mind. Would that be possible we would not desperately need a Theory of Mind and Everything. But because we still suck at that and because we are not thinking about ourselves and reach outside the borderlines of our mentales is why we are so not capable to come up with a nice subject to talk about and simultaneously so untalkable. What stories? We have been briefed by our lead professor to come the next day to the uni very early in the morning. We knew or did not knew that it was only the both of us who received the info. So we come at the uni, sleepy, eyes narrowed. Upon reaching the 2nd floor we find out that the prof will not turn up because of some something. Resigned, we head to the elevator. The doors close silently. Some of us pushes the ground floor button. We stand across from each other. Our eyes meet. The next thing we know is we are embracing each other tenderingly. We lean back a little. Only to look each other in the eye and unite in a long awaited kiss. I am going insane at times these days.