Magicians use distractions all the time and call it illusions. Something to keep your mind busy whist you're ignoring that something else is taking place. When it actually does take place you were so caught up in the distraction that you are actually fooled into believing that a trick took place.
I believe that whenever love is not working out for one, one of the most effective forms of protection from the vicious emotional turmoil of heartbreak is to find a distraction. The beauty of this distraction is that it keeps your mind so busy that after a while one tends to forget about ever being hurt. However, unfortunately for the distraction, the one who has caused the hurt is not forgotten. They are actually remembered...
Fondly!
What follows then is that the distraction can only be discarded. Now the illusion is complete and no one saw this coming. Applause! If this seems harsh, this is only because this is a cold and hard reality of life. It is like a primitive version of the dove trick whereby a dove is rescued from a collapsing cage of spikes and appears unharmed on the other side of the magician. Seemingly the dove has escaped but in reality the distraction was crushed to death in the collapsed cage and another was taken from the magician's jacket. Much to the delight of the audience.
I must admit that sometimes distractions are necessary, but what then happens to the distraction? This distraction is now placed in the very same position that you found yourself in to find a distraction!
This person is then now forced to find a distraction them self.
Love will forever be an endless spiral of usages and hurts that coils until the end of time.
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