"wrap me up in lavender thunder;"

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Guess Who;

(first/last impressions)
  • he had the most interesting name/ i found him on Instagram but couldn't manage to press the follow button
  •  i beat him in a race and he cried/ i haven't seen him since
  • she told me she was psychic/ she wrote me a letter goodbye
  • she asked me if my people were evil/ she liked my profile picture on Facebook
  • i told her a secret/ she didn't keep it 
  • i wanted to be her when i grew up/ i follow her fashion blog
  • i liked her purple hair and quirky attitude/ we could have been the best of friends
  • her eyes were the biggest i had ever seen (and that's including my own)/ she just finished class (i have to include that she's my best friend or she'll never forgive me #hizee #shoutouttomyhomegirl)
  •  100% thought she was conniving and two faced/ still do
  • i don't remember/ she blocked me as if i was the one who did something wrong 
  • he was zach braff's doppleganger/ i tried to help him get his girl back, but she was no longer his to keep
  • i noticed the metal in his arm and his nervous smile/ i flew home 
  • we met at a funeral/ i realized he was never going to become the man i wanted to marry
  • he was a skinny boy on the beach with a goofy smile/ we lost touch
  • i thought he was indian, but then i remembered we were in lebanon/ i broke his heart
  • she had hair like mine and read just as fast as me/ we were hipster before hipster was even a thing
  • he made a point/ he made his point
  • she was effortlessly in love with what she did/ i got an A in her class 
  • there was something about his eyes  + he bought me goldfish (bonus points)/ no amount of time travel can make you fall in love with someone
  • i thought she was crazy/ turns out she actually is, but the good kind 
  • i thought he was crazy/ turns out he is, but not the good kind
  • he teased and borderline bullied me/ he's my homeboy now 
  • we met in a taxi (very ethan hawke meets julie delpy a la before sunrise) and i thought, "why is this boy talking to me?"/ he didn't ask for my number
  • he was a complete enigma/ still is
  • he was always in the back of my mind/ he's all i think about
i think the point of all this is reflection. to reflect on past mistakes and realize that they were made for reasons we can't comprehend yet. you take what you can from them and trudge onwards through this messy life we'll never get used to and one day you'll reach a point and think back and say, "that's where it all fell into place."  at least that's what i think.

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