talk about our future, like we had a clue

i met him. it was during December, so far my memory allows me to recall. i love how he stimulates my brain, throwing me questions and facts i never bother to look upon. i love how content and einstein-ly our conversation was. in the midst of our solemn discussion, he cracks out with the jokes. i refused to laugh, even to grin a bit. trying to play hard as i can. we exchanged stories, in the giddy train, which brought us then to a place i wish to keep it as secret.

i love how he wears his converse, he looks cool with it. his checkered shirts, and his hair.he is my obstructionism.

oh, please don't misunderstand. this is not my story.

..to be continued.