A story about a girl, who I met.
We didn't exchange gestures primarily.
It was this blonde girl, who had lead us together.
Let's call her heather.
You had asked me a question, go which I positively agreed.
We had one thing in common and I was so filled with felicity.
Who would have thought you also bleed?
I was hoping for a relationship without any toxicity.
I had aimed to be your friend, but you seemed distant.
Oh, now I know why.
Please, don't cry.
We are friends. Friends, who barely talked.
From my perspective, I had felt ruled out of your group.
I had displayed my sensibilities, hoping for a change.
It didn't.
I felt cast down and strange.
I stopped crossing your path, but I was hoping, that maybe you would stumble upon mine.
Maybe there was a blocking line.
I don't quite remember what happened, but that one thing kept us together.
I think it was a week. A week and somehow I was closer to my goal, than I previously was.
Is it because we had holidays and you were just bored?
We had built up trust, that I can't fully figure out yet.
I don't think our interests, way with words, personality entirely fit but I'm still glad we met.
The angelic words that you said, like it was nothing, encouraged me.
And I never seemed to agree.
The trust was sincere enough for you to tell me some things.
For special occasions, my gifts would include a letter with a wax signature.
I had written a lot of letters to everyone I love.
It's thanks to you, that I think about tearing them apart.
I barely know you, do I?
Let's get matching rings.
