fantasy as fuel

Wow, She is so lucky. I mean, it seems somehow that she stumbled upon the one guy that makes her smile, all the time. Though she is burdened with copious school work that would with no doubt bury anybody else, he brings a light in her life that seems to drive all the negativity away. It's crazy. It is as if.. love is some type of antibiotic, in a live culture of pathogenic bacteria ready to wear you down. Love is the antidote that dissolves all troubles within 1 day, 1 hour, 1 minute, 1 second. I find myself today contemplating over this opinion of mine. It's not that I am jealous or.. envious, but more that I am happy.. for her, as a caring bystander. As I said, I feel that she is quite lucky, maybe it's different from her point of view, which is understandable, I do not know all the aspects of her relationship. Love is blind, and sometimes I wish it could blind me once more.