This is about an old flame
It's funny how you imagine everything will turn out just as you've planned, but it doesn't. Would we be happier if it did? I thought I would end up with the guy who has inspired all my writings, the one who drove me crazy and then drove me out of his life by not caring. I waited because I knew what I wanted. But what I wanted, didn't want me. I could never be that girl, the one he treated like he treated me in my dreams. My illusion placed a veil on the reality of who he was. I've moved on. I had the awesome opportunity of teaching English and it was amazing. I met a nice guy who likes who I am and makes me like me too. I always did, I just never realized it because I was so caught up in wondering what was wrong the whole time I was talking to he who I shall not name. He calls me Bella, because he thinks its a pretty name. I love it. I remember seeing him walking around and I wondered what it would be like to date him. Why him? I don't know. My soul surprises my brain. The one who searches for logic, finds understanding in a feeling. I didn't pay much attention to it though, because he wasn't what I usually went for. I like smaller guys, pretty boys, the ones built for the runway with the mind of a mathematician. He was so different to what I usually went for. One day I was looking for my friend, and I went to the gym and there he was, kind face but evil words lol. He knew who I was looking for, greatttt! Somehow it went to a conversation about height and next thing I know he seems to hit on me in a smartass sort of way. That's where it all started. "Hey how tall are you?" I'm almost 6ft but I like being tall. "Well I like you being tall too." and I thought to myself, wow what a douche. Well somehow, something clicked. I'd go out of my way just to say hi to him. Why? I have no idea. Something pushed me to talk to him. Then my friend and I were talking and he became my little project. But in the end we both ended up being a part of this so called project. And then I'm where I am today with my Kisner. It's funny how when I'm happy I don't feel inspired to write.
He makes me happy. =)
