The Ghosts of Kisses
Nov 5, 2010 10:14:06 GMT -5
Post by vividwriter on Nov 5, 2010 10:14:06 GMT -5
"Don't we all?" Abel sighs, then locks his blue eyes on mine, "And you know how much I ignore girls, and how much they hate me because of it. So, no, I don't think I will ever meet 'her'.. Not here, at least.. Where most of the girls here are... They aren't what I am looking for.."
Then he and I are in the same boat. Although, being together in the boat of loneliness is sort of an irony.
Abel paused for a moment, as if to contemplate his words, then continues in a short, cut off fashion. "But you, you are different... I... Do you...? "
Aleanne sat up straight, eyes still locked on Abel. What is he saying? Is he saying that "we" could be the ones the other was looking for? Is he just another one of those manipulative types that populate the world so thickly? Is he wanting me to fill his song?
I have to say, that it's all happening so fast, I freeze. My mouth falls ajar. Abel has never, as far as I know, been the "girl" type. Not at all, he fills in the exact opposite category from his brother. Which is, I realize, exactly what I am looking for.
I feel hope, but then rises up my cynicism and threatens to choke it out. No one is perfect. That's true, so will I just stay alone forever? That's not natural. Do I think that I'm perfect, so I should only have someone perfect to love? I know this isn't true.
It's only natural to begin to love the person who accompanies you on the boat of loneliness. Right?
I don't know what to say, my tongue drys up. Finally the words find themselves. "The boys around here aren't what I'm looking for either. I, I think, you might be different. But, I'm not sure. You sure are different so far." I smile at the boy next to me.
Then he and I are in the same boat. Although, being together in the boat of loneliness is sort of an irony.
Abel paused for a moment, as if to contemplate his words, then continues in a short, cut off fashion. "But you, you are different... I... Do you...? "
Aleanne sat up straight, eyes still locked on Abel. What is he saying? Is he saying that "we" could be the ones the other was looking for? Is he just another one of those manipulative types that populate the world so thickly? Is he wanting me to fill his song?
I have to say, that it's all happening so fast, I freeze. My mouth falls ajar. Abel has never, as far as I know, been the "girl" type. Not at all, he fills in the exact opposite category from his brother. Which is, I realize, exactly what I am looking for.
I feel hope, but then rises up my cynicism and threatens to choke it out. No one is perfect. That's true, so will I just stay alone forever? That's not natural. Do I think that I'm perfect, so I should only have someone perfect to love? I know this isn't true.
It's only natural to begin to love the person who accompanies you on the boat of loneliness. Right?
I don't know what to say, my tongue drys up. Finally the words find themselves. "The boys around here aren't what I'm looking for either. I, I think, you might be different. But, I'm not sure. You sure are different so far." I smile at the boy next to me.
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