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Pov night.
Scrolling through my phone, I couldn't be more bored than now.
It's so sooo very boring.
God it's getting worse by the minute.
I push past all the stories while I notice her story. Oh it's gonna be good.
I read through the poem, wonder filling my heart. It was so beautifully written, so elegant in its choice of words, I inwardly marvelled at its perfection.( Trust me, it's not easy to impress me with writings).
Excited, I run my hands through my hair, deep in thought. The poem talks about love, heartbreak and and loneliness that comes with seperation.
Her stories always manage to interest me to no ends. Her thoughts, her perspective, her life,( they way she cranes her head to look at me, how she stares at me when I try to say push her, how she looks down to hide her face in embarrassment) everything she does is so soo very fascinating.
How does one pour their heart out, for the world to see? Where does she get her courage? Where does she find the bravery to experience such feelings?
But even then, It always eludes me, her feelings. She talks about love and I wonder how it feels. Does butterfly flutter inside her stomach? Does she look at the moon and think of her lover? Does she think of him at every waking moment? Does he come running everytime she calls?
( I want to know too. For real. Books are the only reference I have of love; it's not something that can be caught and immortalised in the lines. It's a feeling, and like any other feeling I am aware of, it's not something that can be written. Pain..... Pain is something I know so well. And it's underwhelming, to know how easily a four letter word could be written yet so overwhelming to experience.
I wonder if it's the same for love.)
I like the story, her words replaying in my mind. Loneliness, she says. From missing a lover. Is it loneliness if it's missing something? Or is it loneliness if there's nothing to miss? Is it loneliness, if there's a person to share the burden? Is it loneliness, to look forward for a future?
I don't think she knows what loneliness is.
I want to fight her. Argue with her. Tell her how beautiful her life is. How brave she is. How she's mistaking darkness of an eclipse to that of the night. How she's doing so great in life. How she's one of the few person I hope to become. How she's a ray of sunshine, in this dark dark world. How gorgeous u look when......
Maybe it's best I don't talk to her afterall.
There's a new story. She's posted herself in a white dress. The first thing I notice is her eyes. Beautiful brown eyes, reflecting the light so much that it shines like a star.( North Stars are for reaching home afterall)
I smile without realising.
She's smiling, and I can see a tinge of pink on her cheeks. Her hair is moving through the wind like pollens in the flower field. She's wearing a white dress, it looks so good on her.
I laugh, thinking about the girl in the previous story and the girl in this story Is the same person.
I laugh, thinking about how people will think of if I write my feelings.
Mmmmmmmm
It's best I don't. Masks are are difficult to maintain afterall.
I yawn, and fall back on the bed. I slowly close my eyes, thinking about love and loneliness, and a short girl who smiles the most radiant of smiles.
Pov next day.
I sit in the studio, staring at nothing. She comes into the studio, wearing a blue and white dress, her hair in a ponytail. I watch her sit down, and put on a headset and start to work.
I stare at her, wondering if she'll ever answer my questions. My doubts.
She looks at me, raising her eyebrows. I smile, and she looks at me for a sec and goes back to work.
I smile to myself, thinking off all the destinies each of us have, wondering if I could ever be as lucky as her.