Human nature is ironic. We crave for affection and constancy. But we also take for granted those whose love we are assured of.

And we turn our longing gaze to them who are inconsistent, disinterested, even condescending in their attention to us.
And we sigh and cry and marvel at how cold they must be to look away when the purest love is offered to them on a platter.
Little do we know that's what they are wondering too, as they offer their own love to someone whose gaze is on another intoxicating mirage.
And the cycle goes on and on.