I was never one to believe in destiny, fate, or any other word defining a predetermined, dictated future concerning my love life because it would undoubtedly bring forth unnecessary turbulence to my wonderfully simple existence. In all honesty, I didn't think much of the whole love facade in the first place. Love was, and will always remain, a crook who's tomfoolery has hoodwinked many. Until death do us part, the ultimate showcase of this criminal's mastermind, is an utterly ridiculous concept due to an unfortunate and misleading fleeting passion. It is nothing more than a mere scam of the weak and confused, something usually overlooked by the hopeless romantics or completely oblivious (usually one in the same). Love, the vigilante, should belong to only those conditioned to think it a positive aspect in life – but certainly, most definitely, not to someone like me.
