I wish I could've run faster.
Why couldn't my feet carry me fast enough? They were fast despite how slow the rest of me...
It made me cry how I could've fallen under such foolish temptations. I cursed his name the whole evening.
I crashed in the middle of the desert, in no condition leave it. I took off my hat and traced the circulated star pinned to it. "You damn... TEMPTRESS!" I threw the ball of purple string and pin away from me, screaming more nonsense. "What's your problem?" a voice entered my crash zone, HIS voice.
I really didn't have a problem, did I? "Isn't it a bit late for a midnight stroll?"
I faced my current mental enemy, "A bit, I guess... But I was restless."
He handed me my hat, "You dropped this." and for a moment, both of our hand were holding the same object, it drove my heart crazy. I snatched it away before he saw me blushing. He looked up, "Don't the stars look gorgeous tonight?"
I smiled, "They do, don't they?" I reclined in the sand, "I've always loved the stars... They always felt like they reflected me."
He sat up, "How so?"
"Well... I always saw myself as so far away from everything, I knew I could shine bright if I wanted to, I was just always afraid... So I stayed distant... and hopefully admired from afar by someone else..."
"Oh... I thought you'd mean how yours e-eyes shine nicely i-in them-
I looked at him with a questioning stare.
"NO! NO! I didn't mean it like that! I mean- Y-your eyes are awfully beautiful and everything bu-but I didn't mean to s-sound... Strange." He was blushing the whole time. I found it awfully cute an older, attractive, already-in-a-realtionship type of man would say something like that to a low esteemed kid.
"It's okay. I got it." This is exactly what I meant. He always does something to make me like him just a smidge more, but also make me vex and wanna stab something because something like that can't exist with a dumb little kid and... Him. "You're awfully nice to me... Why is that?"
I started to see him blush again, "Well... You sorta remind me of someone I knew."
I smiled, "Who?"
"Me."
My heart rate peaked... Or did it stop? When someone says something like that, what should your heart do? Stop or pound harder?
I think mine stopped.
"You have potential, talent, AND you're brave, but you can't find an outlet. Right?"
I nodded... He had it spot on! "Don't be afraid to be yourself, ever. Especially you, you could do 're perfect." I'm perfect... I'm perfect?
"Well, I guess that's enough inspirational speech for now, how's about we go back to town?"
A shy effort of trying to say 'How about I walk you home?'
"I'd like that."
And we walked headed back.
I couldn't help but feel a bit more special as I held onto his words, 'You're perfect~'
Perfection... A fake emotion- err feeling- What is Perfection?
Whatever it is, I must have achieved it.
Why couldn't my feet carry me fast enough? They were fast despite how slow the rest of me...
It made me cry how I could've fallen under such foolish temptations. I cursed his name the whole evening.
I crashed in the middle of the desert, in no condition leave it. I took off my hat and traced the circulated star pinned to it. "You damn... TEMPTRESS!" I threw the ball of purple string and pin away from me, screaming more nonsense. "What's your problem?" a voice entered my crash zone, HIS voice.
I really didn't have a problem, did I? "Isn't it a bit late for a midnight stroll?"
I faced my current mental enemy, "A bit, I guess... But I was restless."
He handed me my hat, "You dropped this." and for a moment, both of our hand were holding the same object, it drove my heart crazy. I snatched it away before he saw me blushing. He looked up, "Don't the stars look gorgeous tonight?"
I smiled, "They do, don't they?" I reclined in the sand, "I've always loved the stars... They always felt like they reflected me."
He sat up, "How so?"
"Well... I always saw myself as so far away from everything, I knew I could shine bright if I wanted to, I was just always afraid... So I stayed distant... and hopefully admired from afar by someone else..."
"Oh... I thought you'd mean how yours e-eyes shine nicely i-in them-
I looked at him with a questioning stare.
"NO! NO! I didn't mean it like that! I mean- Y-your eyes are awfully beautiful and everything bu-but I didn't mean to s-sound... Strange." He was blushing the whole time. I found it awfully cute an older, attractive, already-in-a-realtionship type of man would say something like that to a low esteemed kid.
"It's okay. I got it." This is exactly what I meant. He always does something to make me like him just a smidge more, but also make me vex and wanna stab something because something like that can't exist with a dumb little kid and... Him. "You're awfully nice to me... Why is that?"
I started to see him blush again, "Well... You sorta remind me of someone I knew."
I smiled, "Who?"
"Me."
My heart rate peaked... Or did it stop? When someone says something like that, what should your heart do? Stop or pound harder?
I think mine stopped.
"You have potential, talent, AND you're brave, but you can't find an outlet. Right?"
I nodded... He had it spot on! "Don't be afraid to be yourself, ever. Especially you, you could do 're perfect." I'm perfect... I'm perfect?
"Well, I guess that's enough inspirational speech for now, how's about we go back to town?"
A shy effort of trying to say 'How about I walk you home?'
"I'd like that."
And we walked headed back.
I couldn't help but feel a bit more special as I held onto his words, 'You're perfect~'
Perfection... A fake emotion- err feeling- What is Perfection?
Whatever it is, I must have achieved it.