A girl wants Romeo, not Hamlet.
This reminds me of S and the magician.
“I bear in my hands the disguise by which I conceal my life. A web of meaningless events, I dye it with the magic of my point of view.” Leiris
The rule that everything is a narrative, is a narrative truth in itself. ie: a completely debatable opinion. The point being, is that some things are absolutes, or are seemingly absolute because they are based upon an undeniable fact free of logic. When this is the case, there are no words, no debate, nothing, you’ll know it when you feel it, because everything surrounding it is darkness. Call it blindness, free of illusion. It’s still out there.