I wasn’t looking for anything at all—let alone anything spectacular, but then I met you. It wasn’t like in a Hollywood movie, not at all. The moment you walked in, things didn’t move in slow motion. You didn’t shine in a heavenly way. No romantic songs in the background, no violin, no piano, no acoustic guitar, and no butterflies in my stomach.
We spent the day talking about the most trivial things. I wasn’t much of a talker, but you got me going. I realized that it was one of those rare moments, when I could talk freely about the most unimportant stuff and feel absolutely fine with it. It was those kind of moments when you wished you had more time…
When we parted that day, I wasn’t expecting for anything at all—let alone anything spectacular, but then I found myself, missing you.
:'( it reminds me of him.