I have reasons to believe that we are two persons that never meet. The outdoors are kind of a religion to me; humid air, grass, birds, forests and everything we call nature. You are a resident of your own virtual world; codes, math, computers and everything I do not understand. You come as you please and go as you will. While staying and getting stuck is my forte.
Anyway, putting you and me in the opposite planes is just pointless. We barely know each other's social facts like birth days and birth places and favorite colors. How can I trust my own observation and prejudice against you? And how can I trash my conservative pride? And find a little courage to hint that my heart leaps out of my chest, my brain freezes, and this whole time that I was trying to be rude and stiff, it's just so I could be some kick ass who'd impress the guy of her dreams. I am so silly and so dead.
Hope to see you again, Moon! And this time, when you and I get to sit beside each other, do write my name in a sheet of paper and scribble some little hearts. The rain falls, the leaves fall, walls between us fall just like in the movies.
Actually, just say anything. And I will not ask for more.
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