I hate meeting someone, and you find them attractive. You have just enough hope to allow yourself to talk to them. After a little while, a sort of attachment begins to surface. You want more, and more. But, it seems like all you get is less, and less. All odds are stacked against you, and you don’t know where to store this attachment. You wish you could get in return what you put out, but what you end up doing is forcing yourself to forget everything as if it was paper thin.