names-texts

park(ing)

they were sitting at the park, and she had asked yet again what was wrong.

they were sitting on the bench, and it felt like time passed very slowly as they were looking at the children play, and running around.

she almost felt like she was one of those kids.

she turned back quickly to the boy, wanting to listen to every word he had to say.

"i sometimes cannot decided exactly what is wrong with me.

do i feel too much?

do i feel too little?

all i know is that I'm not normal.

and in this day and age, thats enough to make me hate myself."

his accent was strong, and at points she almost had to strain her ears to understand what he was saying.

but she understood everything he said.

she understood what he felt.

"i would say i understand, but honestly. i only understand the feeling. not what it does to you, personally and emotionally. but i know what it feels like to hate yourself." she clicked her tongure,her eyes wondering past the few trees that surrounded Pinch Park.

"well, i never really thought our first meeting would go down as this,"

"dont say meeting. it sounds too perfessional."

"then what should i say?"

"its more of a.. confounding personal talk, but of which ive never actually met the person before."

"that doesnt make any sense..?"

"exactly. exactly like how this whole conversation has been like."

"i guess it really hasnt."

"but id do it all over again if it meant meeting you." she smiled, smally, and he returned the gesture.

"yeah. yeah me too." and they looked back to the park, both thinking of how texts became to a-

"confounding personal talk, but of which ive never actually met the person before, but until this day, really."