domingo, 21 de fevereiro de 2010

Love Never Lasts.

There was something about that kiss. There was something about the way he kissed you, quick, and certain it would happen again. Certain it wasn't the last time.
That day hadn't turned out the way you thought it would, at all. One minute you were walking, laughing with your friends and the other you looked up, crossed his eyes, and he sent you that smile that would make you smile without even realising.
Suddenly you were talking. Suddenly he was Hugging you. Suddenly you were hugging him back. Suddenly you couldn't look away from his eyes, and suddenly you couldn't stop talking to each other.
Suddenly a whole day had passed, and you didn't feel like you had missed a moment.
Suddenly you were in an airplane and He was right next to you, and you were still talking. You were confortable, laying your head in his shoulder, playing with his hands and once in a while laughing about something he said. Other times, silence would feel enough.
Next to you there were many people who you had traveled with, and once in a while, you would turn to their side, talk, laugh, talk some more, he would join you, and later you would go back to how it was before.
Suddenly, the plane landed, he looked at you and smiled while you said "We are home!".
He helped you get up, held your waist and with one hand in your neck, kissed you.
There was something about the way it felt like something that should have happened before. Something about the way he looked at you, and something about the way he smiled at you.
And then, You woke up.

quarta-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2010

It was always this whole cicle with me.
Me and Boy. Boy is funny. Boy is my friend. Boy is my best friend. Boy sends me a kiss. I can't send it back. I don't show my feelings. I don't know how. When I do so, I feel silly. Boy makes me laugh. Boy laughs at my attempt of making a good joke. I smile when I see his smile. I laugh when I hear his laugh. Boy hugs me. I hug him back. Boy holds me tight. I feel safe.
Boy don't talk so much anymore. Boy don't come look for me anymore. Boy don't make me laugh anymore. Boy don't give me hugs anymore. Boy comes talk to me to ask about something he needs. I answer. Boy sits next to me. I talk to boy for hours. Boy laughs because I fell. Boy makes a joke. I tease him. I think everything is back to normal. Boy treats me different. Boy starts do become a stranger. I try to talk to boy. I don't know how. Boy let go. I wonder if boy misses me too. Boy become only a person I know. I get mad. I get hurt. I realise I am in love with the boy. Boy is in love with another girl. I cut him out of my life. I become part of the group boy makes fun of. I start disliking the boy. Boy becomes a playboy. Boy don't smile the way he used to anymore. I don't laugh at his jokes anymore. Boy changes. I change. Me and Boy become only two people who are in the same space. Boy is not who he used to be anymore. I am not who I used to be anymore. Boy hurts me again. I don't show it. I start to hate the boy. I try to hate him. I finally let go. I realise I actually loved that boy. Boy becomes an old memory. Boy is a bitter and good old memory altogether. I meet a new boy.

“I try to talk to you, but I don't know what to say. I am afraid you don't want me to say anything. So I don't. But inside of me there are words waiting to come out. And tell you how I feel-like how I miss you. And how I love you despite my broken heart. And how I need you in my life. And especially how much I want you. But those words may forever stay in my heart-locked inside. Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too... but I'll never know.”