The Hollow Shell ✔️

What I'm Looking for

We often wonder what lies beyond our galaxy, or if there actually is an afterlife to look forward to when we're gone.

Maybe there is a secret city in the deep ocean, something larger than Atlantis, filled with merpeople.

In the different dimensions, I wonder if there really are angels who fought for goodness, and demons that seek to destroy. We seek out a message; an answer from whoever is out there powerful and wise enough to give it.

But my question is more simple.

"Why him?"

Why him, a boy who's just down the street?

Why have I fallen for him, when there are countless of people here in the world, billions unknown in the galaxy, gajilions and gajilions more in the universe?

I've dreamt of falling in love with an alien. I've also considered the possibility of meeting someone in a parallel universe. I wished to find an angel, who could spread his wings and just take me away. Maybe a sad devil, seeking redemption.

I've always wanted to escape normality. I wanted something that nobody has. I wanted something...no one has experienced before.

"But I'm all you get," he glared. "Don't go expecting to see a fish tail or a pair of wings on me. Trust me, I checked." He stepped close, his eyes were intense, as if determined to prove his point. "I'm a Homo Sapien. Complete with one smart brain, a handsome face, ten fingers, two legs with ten toes. Stop looking for someone or something else. You have me."

How I wanted to correct him. He has one brain. I doubt it's a smart one. And I also wanted to tell him he was wrong. I did stop looking for someone or something else. When I realized I loved him, I completely stopped.

He wasn't an alien but he could be out of this world. He wasn't an angel, but he was kind and his smile was angelic, nor was he a devil but he seeks redemption for his mistakes. He tells me that everyday.

Our crazy love could never be called normal. It was far from it. I thought I'd never find what I was looking for, but here it is, there in front of me, smiling goofily.

And no way was he a mermaid. But he was a damn good swimmer.