Of False Starts and Introspection

With movies being so central to my being me, should it be any surprising that life imitates art? Not the Rocky Balboa/Forrest Gump/John Connor/Thomas Anderson kinds, but the Double Jeopardy/Indecent Proposal/<insert other deceit based movies here>
We talk about leap of faith and the whole partners for life schmooze and I think of the filmi but now seemingly true to life characters of Tom Cruise in Jerry McGuire and Will Smith in Hitch...

"...you complete me"...
"...and there's only one person that makes me feel like I can fly"...

Past tense is probably more accurate...

Words fail me. I could actually turn this into the worse rant post I can ever write but there would be only more pain in seeing sad reality coming to haunt me on my screen.

The reality is
even if u mend the broken glass, the cracks are still there;
even if u patch a pricked balloon, you can still see the disfiguration;
even if the wounds heal, the scars are permanently etched;
even if u reformat, its still the same machine.

In the weird circle of life, there is no complete "Undo"