Falling in love should feel like a freezing in time, just a little fraction which feels infinite. At least that’s what I thought when I saw you that Saturday in the park. I don’t know what you did to me.
It’s weird how you can fall in love with someone you don’t know in person, but, somehow, has the right words you need to hear. I like to think you think about me, although you are in another places, perhaps, under other blankets; at sea, or playing cards, or dreaming.
Look: It’s all gone with the wind…
Daniel says you’re crazy, and I should let you go and meet other people. I still don´t know what I did to you that could possibly have been wrong and made you mad at me. In fact, I don’t even know if you’re mad at me, but I think you’re just not yourself these days.
Today I was at Spanish class, and I felt like I wanted to be left alone. I like to draw a lot, in case you didn’t know. My Spanish teacher is new, she seems really nice, but I don’t know her yet, if you know what I mean.
So, she told me to join a work group, and I said I would, but I really didn’t. I just stayed in my spot, and kept drawing. I like how whispers sound. And I like how rain sounds. I also like silence.
To me, looking at the sky whether is blue or grey, day or night time seems one of my favorite things in the world to do.
Sometimes in the morning, when I go to school, I see the beautiful red and blue, cloudy, mixed sky. And I think about some songs and wonder how would it be in other countries and if people look at the same sky, and wonders.
I don’t know if there’s actually someone as curious as me, somewhere far beyond.