First Impressions Of Earth

Notes: 1785 / 7 months ago from nevver

nevver:

Not in Knightsbridge anymore

Notes: 121 / 7 months ago from loveyourchaos

Take Care.

loveyourchaos:

Beach House.

7 months ago

About a girl and her secret smile.

So. I don’t remember exactly when. I think it was one day when I got her call. She was at the office … The one where I work.
—I just feel the sudden cold of the dried raindrops in my back; the same one that protected her from anything (rain) today. The same one that wants distance. The same one that holds a foolish heart. Foolish enough to feel and beat when she’s around … Ain’t that foolish? —
Foolish to smile after that one day; Norma (some random partner) said to me after that call “you have an admirer” … I just smile, with my male ego on top of anything else; thinking maybe about how I just cause that reaction on such a beautiful girl. I think my ego might be more foolish than my heart.
Still, that day had no more difference than any other one … Until …
I really don’t know when I just started to watsapp (made-up verb) her; for some reason I knew that she was having some troubles with Mario (the one that caused a difference in that interaction pattern with her … I just can not describe him a a random someone in this fiction story); that day Colombia had a soccer runner-up game looking forward to the world cup in Brazil. I had a meeting with a car client along with Mario and some more people. The meeting was at the same time that the game. We were hearing the outsiders goal screams one by one; Colombia was surprisingly winning … And the meeting was going great. At the end … I just went out and saw her coming out of Mr. T’s office (the president of all the random players on this pseudo sci-fi story). She smiled at me (like she always does … In that beautiful way that only she knows) and in one instant that smile turned into sadness … With a small tear appearing from her cute eye and running down her cheek. In that moment I knew that I would make anything that was possible to make her always happy. I gave her a strong huge … She cried a bit more and then smiled at me with her rainy face. We talk. Mario was the problem. They talk (later that same afternoon), with me in the middle. She was better that day but still was feeling sad. We should go out with Camilo (my university brother) she said.

That day was. I knew it know. So fool. That day I lost control. That day her smile became unforgettable. That day her tears became my mortal enemy. That day her happiness became another personal cause.
That day I became the greatest fool between all the random folks that surround us on our daily basis. Fool enough to feel. Fool enough to know that she’s someone else’s couple. Fool enough to respond to her.
Fool enough to write.

Fool enough to became an ally to her tears.

She’s very persistent about me going to her hometown on her birthday weekend. I just won’t go. I don’t want to be the fool in a sci-fi story that only takes place in my foolish head. I rather viber (made-up verb 2) inside a non fiction story with a different actress owning another smile.
That’s not foolish.

My iPod plays immortality by Pearl Jam now. I know now that it’s the right time to stop writing. Bye then.