Dancing Lessons From God. |
"Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth." Jean-Paul Sartre "I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth." — Umberto Eco |
He’ll bring you soup when you’re sick, buy you food when your card is declined, tell you you’re beautiful hourly, and melt your heart with an effortless flutter of big, china-blue eyes. He’ll chat philosophy and politics and watch the moon over the ocean. He’ll stay up till sunrise with you, even if he has to be at work at eight am. He’ll buy you cigarettes. He’s witty and could, doubtlessly, write circles around your silly excuse for a love note.
But, at the same time, his arrogance will astound and belittle you. He’ll be introspective and worrisome, impatiently preparing himself for another girl to break him. He won’t tell you what he’s thinking, He won’t ask you the questions you can see lingering on the tip of his tongue, He won’t show you his writing, for fear it might hold some hidden truth, yet to be unearthed.
Though, you’ll never be angry with him, you’ll always wonder about how he could build you up so quickly and break you down so much faster.
