Confrontation

I stared intriguingly into her semi-raven eyes. Perhaps, trying to figure out the facts well camouflaged. Success was least expected. Failure may not have been the best of friends but lately I do relish its company. On a route to total obliteration of the uncertain. Seldom did I understand the subtlety in tears. They say that women do have this fundamental aptitude. The righteousness is often questionable. Neither did I intend to delve into the vile actuality. At that moment the most credible choice was to believe her. Hmm, it was essentially unessential to state that I was bespectacled. To tell you the truth, tears exaggerated her charm to an unfathomable level. Well, I fell into the abyss. The winter wind soothed. Pathos waited eagerly, slightly bored. Her numb lips finally moved. The inebriating ambience lent its quintessence. That made us talk. Another mumbling-fumbling attempt to lubricate the process. Paradoxical fate confused the hapless soul(s).
Was it confusion? Or was it confrontation?
Falsehood-corroded history seemed to be far-away. What prevailed was ever-enduring. Instantaneous joy can act as a really bad intoxicant. A perfect dose of lament and time may be the right remedy.
The next segment of the animated evening was not that eventful as expressions are incompatible with narration.
Utopian life is not quite possible in the big city. The realm of realism is ready to exterminate people who tend to revolt. Thereby, I joined the futile masquerade.