What is the Point?
Baby, let me tell you the truth and I am sure that you are a beautiful mind that appreciates pretty facts.
Listen Dear:
We have been going to school since that year in some pre-historical time, ages and ages ago (god or the devil knows exactly when).
We had studied almost everything, but we had failed to learn how to love each other.
What is the point of learning if we can't understand each other?
What is the point of anything if we keep staring at each other, like this, as if we are aliens who just came down from the outer space?
I am sure a pretty mind can give a pretty thought that can shed a light all over the dark territories in my mind.