Same.
it's amazing isn't it
how we are all so similar deep down
yet
there are an endless array of personalities and perspectives
all because of that miraculous brain in our skulls.
every touch, every sight and smell and feel...
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when she looks into his eyes, what is she thinking? is she dissecting all the different colours in his eyes? is she wondering if he loves her as much as she loves him? all the while her dewy eyes are desperate to make a connection. do you see me? am i the one in your heart? can you feel...me?
what does he see? a beautiful soul who's too good for him? a friend too precious to lose? another foolish girl who's fallen for him?
when she puts her arms around him and links her fingers, rests her head against his back, what is she saying? don't leave me. i'm here for you. lean on me. how long will we be together? keep me warm.
and when he takes her hands apart to twirl her around before resting his chin on her shoulder, what is he saying? don't worry. let's have some fun. enjoy the time we have together. life is short. i depend on you.
when it's past any reasonable time to go to bed, and the moon shines through the lace curtains onto her feet; she sits upright by the bay window where she keeps her houseplants holding a cup of warm milk gone cold. she stares through the darkness. what does she feel? cold maybe. worried perhaps. scared. overwhelmed. frustrated. hopeless.
gentle footsteps down the winding stairs. a DIY project a few years back. it's not perfect - the steps are not all exactly the same length and the angles are not all there. but it was fun.
he's barefoot, carrying a throw. he makes his way to her. slow deliberate steps. carefully drapes the throw around her tense shoulders. gives her a kiss on the forehead. she's still away but her shoulders relax.
he goes to the kitchen. pours some cocoa mix in a mug, then some steamed milk, stirring them together. movements programmed into him as his brows furrow and his mind wanders. what is wrong? worried definitely. scared. frustrated. desperate.
he pauses by the doorway to take her in. sitting there in the moonlight. looking frail and tired but still as beautiful as ever. he wonders what she sees.
he takes a seat beside her. trades his hot cup of chocolate for her cold cup of milk. he looks down at the cup, milk reflecting the moon, in his hands then up at her besides him. somewhere there in those unseeing eyes is a girl who loved life and wasn't shy about it. he looks straight on into the darkness. trying to understand. his girl. his lovely girl. where has she gone?
how we are all so similar deep down
yet
there are an endless array of personalities and perspectives
all because of that miraculous brain in our skulls.
every touch, every sight and smell and feel...
-
when she looks into his eyes, what is she thinking? is she dissecting all the different colours in his eyes? is she wondering if he loves her as much as she loves him? all the while her dewy eyes are desperate to make a connection. do you see me? am i the one in your heart? can you feel...me?
what does he see? a beautiful soul who's too good for him? a friend too precious to lose? another foolish girl who's fallen for him?
when she puts her arms around him and links her fingers, rests her head against his back, what is she saying? don't leave me. i'm here for you. lean on me. how long will we be together? keep me warm.
and when he takes her hands apart to twirl her around before resting his chin on her shoulder, what is he saying? don't worry. let's have some fun. enjoy the time we have together. life is short. i depend on you.
when it's past any reasonable time to go to bed, and the moon shines through the lace curtains onto her feet; she sits upright by the bay window where she keeps her houseplants holding a cup of warm milk gone cold. she stares through the darkness. what does she feel? cold maybe. worried perhaps. scared. overwhelmed. frustrated. hopeless.
gentle footsteps down the winding stairs. a DIY project a few years back. it's not perfect - the steps are not all exactly the same length and the angles are not all there. but it was fun.
he's barefoot, carrying a throw. he makes his way to her. slow deliberate steps. carefully drapes the throw around her tense shoulders. gives her a kiss on the forehead. she's still away but her shoulders relax.
he goes to the kitchen. pours some cocoa mix in a mug, then some steamed milk, stirring them together. movements programmed into him as his brows furrow and his mind wanders. what is wrong? worried definitely. scared. frustrated. desperate.
he pauses by the doorway to take her in. sitting there in the moonlight. looking frail and tired but still as beautiful as ever. he wonders what she sees.
he takes a seat beside her. trades his hot cup of chocolate for her cold cup of milk. he looks down at the cup, milk reflecting the moon, in his hands then up at her besides him. somewhere there in those unseeing eyes is a girl who loved life and wasn't shy about it. he looks straight on into the darkness. trying to understand. his girl. his lovely girl. where has she gone?