Once upon a time, there was this kid who went to all the parties and lived the college life. Every night that he partied (which wasn't every night, but plenty out of the week), he learned something new about lif, love, sincerity and other things of that sort. Some nights, he would spend sweeping a girl right off of her feet. Starting conversation just to make her feel comfortable; Asking her to dance to join her in her comfort; Swaying her heart from side to side, up to down, anywhere it could never imagine going. Then, he would take her outside, hold her hands, look into her eyes, and whatever happened from there...happened. What most didn't understand though - between the ones that gossip, the ones that just notice and the ones that simply fall victim - was that each girl was just a different girl, and each night a different night.
Some nights he spent alone on a chair or on a couch with just a red cup to keep him company; Just watching the party go on from behind the glass wall he constructed in his head. He watched people flirt, saw others argue, heard people reconnect with one another; basically witnessed love in several forms and enjoyed every minute of it. And to him, this was no better or worse than the nights he encountered love on his own. Each night was the same. They all started at different times and ended in different fashions, but all in all...each night, each girl, each happening were all equally as special. Just in their own different ways.
peaeaeace.
2 comments:
Beautiful.
Thanks Caasi! I dig your flow by the way. haha
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