He chose to be foolish.

There once was a guy who was in no pursuit to be smart, he was foolish and was happy that way. His foolishness was for him, his smartness. For he knew if he ever became smart, there was no way he could keep loving her- while loving her was all he had.

 She was the moon he spent his life trying to reach at while he was far down at earth that she would never see. The hamartia was so fatal that he chose to void it. If he hadn't, no matter how much a human try not to expect but expectations are bound to happen like ice in the cold.

He knew the day she would love him would never come, but still because future is unseen he was adamant in believing that there was a day, in the oblivious future where she reciprocated to his feelings. Therefore future was his quantum of solace. The uncertainty of future that once hold him back in trying is now all that makes him try. She warns him of the unlikeliness, that she would ever fall in love with him yet he perceives it as her means to check his devotion. Something time cannot utter, nor the outcome that waits for him at the end.

To fall in love with someone you know just few days ago, someone soon to leave oceans away, someone off your league, someone even the best guy you know hardly stands a chance with, someone whose beauty is not in her silhouette but somewhere in an intangible core and to dream she will love you back, you had to choose being foolish. Smart people would have never done it.

For only foolish people can be the butterflies that will get to the little flame of light even if they knew their dream land was their death trap. Get there and be happy even if it was doomed to fail all along, only foolish were smart enough to see it.