What would you do when someone outright praises you to be the type of man that most girls would want? How do you react at the point in time when all equations, variables and unknowns converge on the nexus of uncertainty? The tipping point that leads to the collapse of a belief...chaos breeds order and order breeds chaos...the only future peace has to offer is war...the small wing flutter of a butterfly can cause a wave of typhoon halfway across the world...Chaos theories for the feeble-minded.
I accepted it. Was very flattered but don't know what to think. Is the comment genuine or another ploy, part of the endless mindgames being played in the never-ending cycle of counter-thoughts?
Counter-thoughts...
I'll never forget those sentences, those words, those realization...it made my night.
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