One Step Forward

I felt like this has all happened before in a time, in a place, not too long ago. 

Mrs. Collins's accusations, questions, almost threw me off as to how similar they were to a certain trio of color-coded super sleuths' astute observations. In fact, forget similarities, this was teetering on plagiarism actually. 

Blue claimed that I was handsome enough, Green indicated that I was witty enough, and finally Red kindly pointed out that I was as caring as can be with all three ultimately ending up at the same profound mystery as to why out of all the caring, witty and handsome men in the world, I managed to be the one lucky guy coming out of the raffle box. 

Now here I was, as if I was stuck in a long endless loop of uncertainty and doubts with the same exact questions thrown to my face again and again.