Agora

So she's the girl whom I randomly met, quite frequently. I liked her, not really much, just the normal standard way of liking a person. We barely talked, her presence didn't mean that much, she often sat down like an ugly duck with an empty stare, she walked like one. She never put the words right when she really needed to, she's always clueless when it comes to the others' perspective, and she's lovely sometimes, or I personally called aggressively happy.

And here we are, gazing to each other's eyes, it might be too early to say goodbye for such a warm hug. "I want her" I prayed slowly every time I walked my way back home. But it always is distant, an infinite gap between us yet just finite time for us. I never liked uncertainty until she walked in, how I wish the universe were conspiring to make it more realistic. Be unexpected for more, life.

Before it gets dull. Just letting you know that I really am happy at the moment, strangely wanting to live some more, and less cynical about stuff. Just stay a little longer, for more, forever.

Dear parasitic delusional emotion, leave.