I called from the most sincere composition of my heart, to see if you needed help in philosophy. You said: “Yes, I was meaning to call you” I was taken back from your comment. You? meaning to call me? Since you said it with no hesistance, I believed you. You said to call back at 5:30 cause you were busy. I said: “sure” So I counted the hours till then, hmm 3 hours. So I found things to do to wither the dreading hours away.5:30. I called, you said: “I’m helping my grandpa with the pool, call me in 45 minutes to an hour or so?” “Okay” I replied. Again, I had nothing to do, so I read Plato’s Allegory of the cave and took a nap. His “allegory” was too much, I don’t understand it. I set my alarm to wake up at the time that he demanded. 6:15. I called. No one answered. 6:30 I called. Someone hung up on me. I gave you one more chance, 6:45 I called. No one answered but the answering machine. So I decided to gather up all the notes and ride my bike to your house. When I got there, your door was opened as always, but I didn’t want to be seen. I didn’t want to see you, fear that I might just hide all these frustrated tear under a bright smile that I always offer up to you for no reason. Your lovely cat was looking at me and scratching the door as if she wanted to come out to greet me, to compensate for your pitiful absence, but she went back inside the living room. I hurried and rolled up the notes and slipped it through the door handle, hoping you would see it. And then Xena came back. As if she went and told someone that I was here and told me not to leave. I’m sorry dear, I can’t stay. I looked at her once again, smiled, and rode away from all my fears and frustrations.
Nelle’s Notepad: I was crouching over and scribbling answers furiously for the philosophy exam, and in the corner of my eye, I see you departing. I just wanted a last glimpse of you and so I looked, but didn’t know you looked my way also. Why do you still care? You looked like you wanted to wave goodbye or thank me for my notes from yesterday, but I quickly looked away and didn’t let you have the chance to say anything. Truth is, I don’t want a skimpy thank you or anything along those lines. All I want from you is… oh i don’t know. Screw this.
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so u decided to go on a bike trail…not knowing where to go. just peddling farther and farther and farther. just to get away to a place where there is an escape. for days she peddles….on her bike. and sees the bright lights of the city. and finally u and i meet…and smile~!! just walking side by side….smiling.
maybe im a dreamer…….sue me. xP
uhmmm….touching????