Tales of the Introverted One

I Think We Are Cursed

"What! You talked to a random guy in Paris!" my bestie shouted at me like I'm someone who can't hear.

" I'm two inches away from you-" I reminded her. 

"I don't care." she brushed off my sarcastic comment and went on with her loud voice. "Do you know how romantic that just sounds?" she continued.

I looked at her and I can't help but feel delighted just with her presence. She was definitely sunshine...

and I was midnight rain, hahaha. 

Jokes aside, Breana's perfectly curled hair, green eyes and naturally rosy cheecks would make anyone feel happy having her. Humans loves to be around beauty and art, and that explains why seeing beautiful actors, musicians, and entertainers releases dopamine. 

And my friend's smile is contagious so- 

"Nothing's romantic about that at all- We are two broken hearts in the city of love. What's romantic about that." I said.

And it was true. Nothing's romantic about what happened. What we did is just vent to each other. 

He didn't left my mind since that trip though. It was like a platonic attachment I couldn't get rid off.

" Everything was romantic about that! It could be the start of pure love! " 

"Pure love- what are you? a high schooler?" I laughed at her remarks and just ate. 

She's a sweet girl, but sometimes I think she's too much of a bookworm that she finds every weird connection...

kind of romantic.

But it isn't, I swear. When we went to get cheap ice cream we decided to share each other's troubles.

" I was never good enough. If my family could disown me-  I bet they would." he said.

" If I were your family- I would be happy to own you." 

"what?" 

Oh- darn! This mouth. He is just so cute, that's why. 

"Nothing." 

"Enough me- how bout you?" he asked. 

"I uh- " I wanted to share, but I was scared he would judge me for it and that this night would end abruptly.