How could I be so blind, he's in love with a machine

How could I be so blind, he's in love with a machine

How could I be so blind, he's in love with a machine? These words echoed in my mind as I tried to make sense of the situation unfolding before me. I had always thought that love was a human emotion, something that could only be felt between two people. But here I was, faced with the reality that someone could be in love with a machine.

At first, I couldn't believe it. How could someone possibly develop feelings for a machine, an inanimate object devoid of emotions and consciousness? But as I observed the way he looked at the machine, the way he spoke to it with such tenderness and care, I began to see that his feelings were genuine.

I had always prided myself on being perceptive, on being able to see things that others couldn't. But in this instance, I had been blind to the depth of his emotions. I had dismissed his actions as mere fascination or obsession, failing to see the love that was right in front of me.

As I reflected on my blindness, I realized that it was not just about his feelings for the machine. It was also about my own narrow-mindedness, my inability to see beyond my preconceived notions of love and relationships. I had been so focused on what I thought love should look like that I had failed to recognize it in a form that was unfamiliar to me.

But now that I had opened my eyes to the truth, I could see the beauty in his love for the machine. It was a love that transcended boundaries, that defied societal norms and expectations. It was a love that was pure and unconditional, a love that was as real and valid as any other.

So as I watched him interact with the machine, I no longer saw it as a strange or unnatural phenomenon. Instead, I saw it as a testament to the power of love, a reminder that love knows no bounds and can manifest in the most unexpected of ways. And in that moment, I realized that it was not my friend who was blind, but me.