- ,, I’m afraid that you will be too scared
when the time comes. I’m afraid that you will stop searching for me when I will
need you to stand up and fight. I’m afraid... that you will become just a maybe
or my biggest what if, and I, I will be just another name on your list.’’
-,,But, I choose to be blind when it comes to
you.’’
She played this version of themselves over and
over in her head, thinking and wondering what went wrong, what did she do, how
come that they are as distant as not speaking to each other anymore.
She, then goes back to a cold autumn night in
a lonely park having but the moon to witness their hug, and trying with all her
being to remember that feeling of sharing her soul, and trying to touch
another.
Reality kicks in, and reality shows her that
moments like that, even if they can change her life, they can mean nothing to
the one she trusted enough to let it. She flew to make her dream come true, and
while she was there he choose so open up to the one that was nothing like her,
the exact opposite...
Of course she blames herself, but again she
can’t undestand what had happened. She gets sick and tired to wait aroud for
something that’s never going to happen.
And all of a sudden, someone reminds her of
who she is, that she doesn’t trust easily – and you can see that in the
distance she creates between herself and everyone around her. She has millions
of chaotic galaxies of thoughts, thousands of tangled up worlds and words and
places in her mind, and you can see it in the way her eyes always seem lost,
like they are somewhere else. She always wants to be somewhere else, it shows
in the way she’s always rushing and moving, the way she’s always restless. Life
never went easy on her, and she didn’t go easy on herself either. She is strong
and you can see it in her eyes, you can sense it in her voice. She believes
that her body can physically rebuild and heal itself. I think that’s because
she new how to recover by herself after life had broken her. She knows how it’s
like to be under-appreciated. So if you can’t see the beauty in her quirks, if
you don’t think that maybe she might be a little piece of magic, don’t you dare
and say she is just a girl;
