see but never looking, out.

some people are obviously much luckier than others. 

for some, they fell in love, they fell out of love. and then they fell in love and pretty much stay that way for the rest of their lives.
or for people like myself, they fall in love, they go blind straight, they fell out of love. and then they never really want to taste the feeling of heartaches anymore, they fear love. gradually. perpetually.
but what's ironic is, they do yearn the feeling of being loved, because that's the feeling of bliss and bless.
like what love is connotate to as a rose(or vice versa), love is never always peaches and cream. and I would rather know that my rose is blue in color instead of red. my love should be cool and steady, instead of fiery hot and passionate and then not last.
very funny, but yes. that's for me.

why I say that some people are obviously luckier than us(or rather, me) because they got spoilt for choice and not see that the one is right and exact standing at their front, holding their hands, compromising, loving them wholeheartedly. 
people tend to go for novelty, or else wise intended for most guys, they shut all their senses towards the one who really fork out their time&effort to love them.
how blind, tell me.

to reply sardine's:
"don't waste the pretty."-(he's not so into you)
someday you'll find your rightful knight-in-shining-armor when the time's ripe. 
that is if you believe in fairytales or fables.