"It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love."

- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, El Amor en Los Tiempos de Colera

And soon one becomes intrepid to death, after sacrificing their lives, unknowingly waiting for something that will never happen; after realizing that they're left alone, unappreciated, unloved.

It was never new; you were always blind. Wasn't I enough to open your eyes, let alone your heart?

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