The ratio of leppricons to unicorns
Alright. So, sometimes (usually) I do not live in reality. I am often in my little dream world, thinking of interesting scenarios that could happen to me or should happen, but ultimately never do. I chalk these fantasies up to me watching too many movies. So, for this last month and a half, I, of course, have been re-writing speeches and scenarios in my head when I come across Justin. As I live in Bastrop, it is only inevitable I will see him. I work across the street from his house. So, these speeches I plan on saying are of course eloquent and perfect and epic. I will see him and tell him everything and...well, I don't know what happens afterwards. I can never imagine him actually caring what I have to say, even in my fantasies, so it always stops there. But I'd like him to hear it.
Meanwhile, while I get lost in my dream world, Justin has basically become a mythical creature. Like he never exsisted and I dreamed him up. I don't think anyone could be as perfect in real life as I make him out to be in my head. I haven't seen or heard from him in over a month. It's like he never exsisted. Sure, I see his car everyday, but it might as well belong to someone else.
So I never actually expected I'd see him again.
I'm standing at my desk at work, and I hear the door open. I look up, and someone is standing in front of me. My brain won't compute it. The image is almost fuzzy because I just don't believe it. Justin is standing in front of me. His hair's grown out, it looks good, and he's wearing my favorite shirt. It's orange. I don't know why, but he looks good in orange. He hands me my a stack of papers. "The mail just came. Okay?" He tilts his head down slightly and rasies his eyebrows, to make sure I understand. Probably because I am standing there with my mouth hanging open. I'm trying to understand what's going on, and trying to say get the words out. I've dreamed of saying something, something huge, and here I am, standing there! With my mouth open! Where were the words? The magic words to make him come back?
He turned around and walked out the door.
Meanwhile, while I get lost in my dream world, Justin has basically become a mythical creature. Like he never exsisted and I dreamed him up. I don't think anyone could be as perfect in real life as I make him out to be in my head. I haven't seen or heard from him in over a month. It's like he never exsisted. Sure, I see his car everyday, but it might as well belong to someone else.
So I never actually expected I'd see him again.
I'm standing at my desk at work, and I hear the door open. I look up, and someone is standing in front of me. My brain won't compute it. The image is almost fuzzy because I just don't believe it. Justin is standing in front of me. His hair's grown out, it looks good, and he's wearing my favorite shirt. It's orange. I don't know why, but he looks good in orange. He hands me my a stack of papers. "The mail just came. Okay?" He tilts his head down slightly and rasies his eyebrows, to make sure I understand. Probably because I am standing there with my mouth hanging open. I'm trying to understand what's going on, and trying to say get the words out. I've dreamed of saying something, something huge, and here I am, standing there! With my mouth open! Where were the words? The magic words to make him come back?
He turned around and walked out the door.