He’s someone who seems to have already walked miles with me, but the truth is, we just met a week ago.
His words are sometimes like Shakespeare’s (as he said himself). I can’t understand them all right away, but I’m not frustrated; instead, they make me lean in closer, wanting to decipher the “riddle”—and that feels good to me.
He’s similar to someone I used to like a lot, and I sometimes catch myself wondering if I’m drawn to the reflection of what I once knew, or to the substance that’s before me now.
I love the safe feeling of being able to open up and share everything with him without restraint. He’s in pain, yet he’s a happy person; in this case, he’s the opposite of me.
I’ve been wanting to rest forever, while he wants to keep living even when it’s difficult. I’m glad he does, because I think he exists to aid me in this unhappy life of mine. Hahaha.
I’m not sure exactly when, but after just two days of knowing each other, he already appeared in my dream—a dream I vividly remembered in the morning. He was the mythical creature living in the three mango trees on my farm back home. Haha. What’s funny is that I didn’t hesitate to tell him about it. Lol.
I like how self-disciplined he is—it reminds me of those athletes I used to watch on variety shows, admired for their discipline. I felt bad when he told me he’d been dumped three times. He strikes me as a knowledgeable person, very understanding (or maybe that’s just how I feel about him toward me). Either way, he surely knows how to empathize.
One thing is sure, though: I like what and where I am now with him. We’re two people speaking in metaphors, circling around life’s meanings, laughing at how similar and different we are. That’s more than enough.
It won’t hurt, as long as you don’t desire what you can only afford to like. ☺️
Photo was edited by ChatGPT to animé-like image.
Thanks for reading this far. Haha Just wrote this to preserve what I may want to read when I'm on my deathbed. Lol
