The transit feeling of Love in a flash

Never thought how an old man suddenly discovers in a rare flash what it means to be in the reflection of love! It hurts when you had been feeling all along that you are beyond this feeling in these very modern times of ours and in the circumstance you are but suddenly you realize in a brief transit of time that you are just a human being prone to falling in an emotional trap despite all apalling contradictions. It all stems from continued interactions. The heart races off to a an alternative but not parallel world where you are content just with love and are willing to do or at least imagine things that are not sober enough for your profile. You feel a twinge of sadness.
Well, blame on gods or thank goodness, the vulgar reality gets the upper of the surreal and that darned practicality makes inroads to remind you of all sorts of mundane insecurities because one may not be content with the status of Giles Winterborne of Woodlanders whose muse Grace Mulbery had wronged him and had a never-ceasing pity for the man in the end and posits her feeling thus:
A man who had been unfortunate in his worldy transactions; who notwithstanding these things had, like Hamlet's friend, borne himself through all his scathings
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing.