someone: why do you like staring at it? it's just a colored ball, what's the fuzz?
me: it's not a colored ball, it's a sunset.
someone: so? a sunset, precisely. why do you overly romanticize the sunset?
me: i don't romanticize it. i just like to watch it. witnessing its final goodbye for the day.
someone: but that's romanticizing.
me: okay. whatever, have it your way but let me be and my sunset.
someone: but really, why do you like it?
me: i like it period.
someone: but you always have a reason for everything. didn't you tell me that?
me: i believe i did. my reason? i like it.
someone: but why? (he gives a look of a stubborn prick who won't go home without an answer)
me: (saying it in my mind only) because you don't like it.