Prologue
IT IS AMAZING WHAT CHANGES A SINGLE MOMENT CAN BRING IN YOUR LIFE. ON THE SURFACE, PERHAPS, THE CHANGE ISN'T SIGNIFICANT. LIFE GOES ON LIKE IT WAS BEFORE THE MOMENT, BUT NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL THAT EVER WAS WOULD EVER BE.
Pretty confusing lines, huh? Well, for a stranger they sure as hell are. But to the person who'd written them, to that girl in blue sitting with a notepad on her lap, a pen between her fingers and a faraway look in her eyes they weren't confusing. They were her deepest feelings, jotted down in a few lines in a journal that she'd probably read a number of times the very night.
She is an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. Not particularly beautiful, if one considered the beauty of form. She is a girl one crossed on a pathway and never paid any heed to. Then what is so special about her, one might ask. The answer lies in the eyes watching her. It's the vision that matters.
When I look at her, I see a girl so beautiful in her simplicity, in her vulnerability that outer beauty holds no meaning. I look through her and into her soul, and it tears me apart even as it makes me smile at just what I see inside her"An extraordinary Lady inside an ordinary girl.
The wind wafted pass her, like a whisper, and she dropped the pen on the stairs next to her. She looked to her side hoping against hope, only to face the crushing disappointment again. She could feel it, the presence, the unique presence that could only belong to that one person. But the person wasn't there. All she saw next to her were empty stairs and water that seemed to go on forever.
"Come back, damn you. Please." She wasn't someone who cried easily, but a tear escaped her eyes and fell upon the open journal. Her eyes scanned the words scattered on paper. At one time, they used to make sense. They used to be more than words, they were sentences, they were feelings.
She'd written them, it seemed so long ago . . . Lifetimes ago. She read the words but she saw just two. Single Moment"A Goddamn single moment. If she could have, she'd have laughed at the irony of it.
Haw. You can't curse me, you know. I am me, I am lovable, I am the best, you simply cannot curse me. And you damn well cannot cry. I am the fountain, only I get to leak. So you better not steal my role away from me. I don't exchange.
Not like I don't want to come back. I do, I have yet to go for my world tour after all. Were it unto me, I'd have come back right this moment and irritated you until you wished me away again. Which I know, as a matter of fact, can never happen.
Oh, look there, a guy's staring at you. I don't like him. He cannot stare at you like that. But he's tall, so maybe I do like him.
Oh my god, he is walking over here.
Oh my god, he just slipped over a banana peel.
Oh my amazing god, holy shit, he just banged into you and look, you're both in the water now.
Guess what? What exactly was it that you'd written about single moments!
*My Bak Bak*
This was for someone very dear to my heart. You're a little mad at me, perhaps annoyed. I know that. I expected it. But you know, when I thought of the story, I wasn't going to do what I did. It was going to be fun, all light and happy. But when I put my thoughts into words they formed into sentences on their own. I couldn't stop it. It poured out of me, literally. I know this is a little distressing, maybe. Reverse situations, I'd have killed you by now, thousand times. No shit! But all I can say is, have faith in me. Remember what I believe in! You'll know what I CAN, and what I CAN'T do.
PS: Waiting for the responses :)
Edited by DancinFireflies - 10 years ago
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