há uma novela de bret easton ellis supostamente dedicada às (possíveis?) regras da atracção. 
prefiro a atmosfera desta pequena fábula de robert smith, que parte da constatação dessa estranha improbabilidade para chegar a conclusão nenhuma.

It started with a dedication

"lost in admiration - happy birthday - I'm forever yours - blossom"

Faded red inside a tiny book of butterflies

I smiled surprised at how when flickered through

The wings flew by spelled out my name...

Six months went by the summer lost

Obsessively the letters dropped into my life

The same soft blood smooth flowing hand

"please try to understand - I have to see you - have to feel you -

Tell you all the ways I need you - yours forever in love... "

Strange attraction spreads it's wings

It varies but the smallest things

You never know how anything will change

Strange attraction spreads it's wings

And alters but the smallest things

You never know how anything will fade

The year grew old incessantly she wrote to me

She'd started smoking poetry!

I laughed in recognition of a favourite phrase

She'd pulled me in...

I answered her

A christmas card in sepia

Arranging when and where

And how the two of us should meet...

Her opening so well prepared

A nervous smile

I couldn't take my eyes from her

She whispered

"can I use some of your lipstick?"

It was perfect so believable

I couldn't help but feel that it was real

And kissing crimson fell into her waiting arms...

Strange attraction spreads it's wings

It varies but the smallest things

You never know how anything will change

Strange attraction spreads it's wings

And alters but the smallest things

You never know how anything will fade

So alone into the cold new year without another word from her

I wrote to ask if we could maybe meet again before the spring

But weeks went by with no reply until once more my birthday came

And with it my surprise but this time nothing was the same...

"I'm sorry - blame infatuation - blame imagination -

I was sure you'd be the one but I was wrong -

It seems reality destroys our dreams - I won't forget you - blossom"

Faded red inside a tiny book of old goodbyes...

Strange attraction spreads it's wings

It varies but the smallest things

You never know how anything will change

Strange attraction spreads it's wings

And alters but the smallest things

And you never know...