So, there’s you.
I sat on this sentence.
Had a drink, read half a magazine, watched the news.
But this sentence hung there:
There’s you. You are real.
Of course I could have made you up. I sure would draw you just the same: perfect green eyes, your crooked nose, sexy lips. Tall and charming. I would have made your hair just as soft and I couldn’t make it smell any better than it actually does.
I gotta admit: I wouldn’t make your body 100% athletic so it wouldn’t make me feel worse about mine.
And that would be you.
You would love the very same things that i do. The same books, the same music, the same movies (except for the fact you know all this cool stuff I still never heard about). You’d have the same lame sense of humor and constantly attempt to grab my laughs (or sometimes even crack at my stupid jokes).
You would love to travel. More than I do, more than I would’ve imagined possible. You would have already been everywhere – twice to those places i dream of visiting when I’m old and rich and retired. You would be ambitious, to the exact amount I could look up to you in admiration (’cause god knows how much I wish I was more ambitious).
You would have a childish look in your eyes. And wild at the same time.
I would fall for you. Since you are nothing but my design, I would fall for you in a second.
– Except for the fact that you ARE NOT my design. (And you got all those things about you I could have never imagined. Things I just can’t bare.)
