I never thought it'll happen to me. I was so sure about myself! I had my life written in paper and everything, and all of the sudden it changes, and it depends on some random girl I don't know. I wish it was just like every other song. You know, Elvis Presley and his Heartbreak Hotel. I'm honestly not ready for another heartache, it's so soon. But I let myself into this, I never take precautions, and I'm always in for trouble... so there's the guess.
I called. There was an answer, a very good one. But the last line... that one killed me, big time. I thought it was not that big, but now I understand how big my feelings can get, just because I see stuff too close. Just like my car mirrors: "Objects are closer than they appear." It's sad, it's mad.
Life has tons of explanations. But they don't come on a daily basis. You get life explanations every year or so. Every time something really fucked up happens. And well... I know I have to learn from this so let's just face it. It's gonna come sooner or later so I'll just take the punch and go on with my plans. Eventually, everything falls down and there's another chance, only you're not interested as before. And again, it sparkles.
Like what happened to this rejected up there. We were available but my interest was gone. Same old. Human beings so condescent. I miss our last date. And I can't even call it that way I believe. I never imagined everything was vanishing this fast. I thought I had magic within me, that he was going to find out. That he was... dazzled by me the same way I was by him. But oh, no. Not in a million years. He was interested in metropolitan art perhaps: interesting yet ugly. Incomprehensible. I was the better of the best. I still am. But my findings are pure fossils. And I despise the fact that we're just 3 words apart.
