It was such a delight having the prerogative of actually meeting you, outside of the computer realm. This just seemed to finally confirm what a great individual you are, you managed to withstand my naïve, but also immature bovine, persona. It had been simply but a dream, saying hello, but I have not been able to lay my mind out of your image. When I first saw you, when you spoke of me of your honey-infested hands, but also the never-ending familiarity sparked an interest far too intense.
Oh, it is simply but dream, an honest mistake falling for you so quickly. I cannot claim love, but I can indeed mark fondness towards you. But who am I to say, or convey how you must feel as an individual? I do not wish to overlay my feelings carelessly, but manage to prioritize how to assemble a great approach.
Regardless, you seem to have your eyes on something greater, something of shine and spark, and for that I praise you. I know you can meander the world, and find yourself again. I am certain that you have the ideals of success, and greatness, so seek nothing but that, for you will receive it. This sensation preserves me from advocating that I might just be the epitome of your superlative ideal.
So here I am, in the metro, just replaying our day today. It has, indeed, been a very interesting, yet exciting collection of experiences: the ride in the metro, the talks throughout the events, but most importantly the starbucks conversation. It is, indeed, the icing on the cake, knowing that there is someone much too similar, yet too diverse. If only time could talk, and the wind can sign, will I be able to countdown the days that I might embrace thee, and walk forth one step at a time to an everlasting bliss. Though, hence, might be quite remote, I want you to know that I will climb a mountain for you, swim across an ocean for you, only to simply yell how much I cherish you. I'd like you to know my optimism for my bluntness has been annihilated, but to know that if you do, I will too.
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