random thoughts

the end - you (bonus)

I may have found someone new.
It's you.
You.
You are the girl who's describing herself as a creative mind.
Well you know, I agree.
You already told me that you like to play in theaters
You already said that you love playing instruments,
That you write about all the things your creative mind can give you
That you love reading over everything
You adore Sebastian Fitzek and even Shakespeare is in your interest
You really have a creative mind
You're the aesthetic kind of girl
The derpy kind of girl
The "I try to live my life to it's fullest" kind of girl
And you know, I gotta say, that I love that about you. It's interesting,
I want to know more about you.
On the first glance you seem totally made for me.
It's the perfect match.
But is it?
Well I don't really know, but all I did for the past couple hours I know you, is to think about you.
I just thought about what you could write in your little poetry notebook
I just thought about what expressions you could show if you stand on stage
I just thought about why you would hide your beautiful smile and why I can't find any recent pic of you.
Are you afraid of showing yourself?
Are you insecure about yourself?
What's your secret?
The beautiful smile I saw is not the only thing I can't forget.
It's also your cute clothes. You're wearing that bright yellow jacket and on top of that a red beanie. It's fits you.
Also your glasses are amazing
It's just like you knew I love girls with glasses right?
It feels like we were meant to meet each other.
It feels like you just had to comment under my new post, then slide into my dms.
It feels like we should have talked hours about concerts we already went to
It feels like everything that happened should've happened

I think it's you,
You.
The beautiful open minded girl who's into all the things I am.
The beautiful girl who tries to learn new things, to discover everything
The girl I want to get to know
The girl I met when I went to that concert.
The girl I think about when I fall asleep, when I wake up, when I go to school.

It's funny how you stay in my mind, even though we barely know each other
Maybe it's you,
You.