She is a lost soul, sating herself with temporary companions. Every night when she leaves, all that remains of her is a letter signed anonymously. As parts of her slowly crumble to oblivity, strangers hold her secrets and desires, never knowing the...
You got really pretty eyes and a prettier smile. You will make someone very happy someday. Just not me, boy. I am not that kind of someone. I am the temporary kind, too fickle for permanent happiness. So trust in your geeky scientific nerdy rants to woo a pretty soul. They will help you build your forever.
Okay, now for the interesting part. I usually reveal a secret to all my nightly companions. Some call it narcissistic, some call it seeking attention, but look at it like this, I am leaving parts of myself in the care of strangers, trusting people I have never met and never will to acknowledge my existence. So even if I am gone, I will never be truly gone. I will live on in your memories. Crazy, right?
So here you go, cute stranger with adorable dimples. When I was younger, I wanted to be a sailor. It seemed like the perfect job, you know. I would be on waters of everywhere and belong nowhere. There wouldn't be any ties to people who leave scars and lands that leave nightmares. I would be a lost soul in the truest of sense. Make fleeting memories with new people every day. Seems familiar, doesn't it? Take it from me, darling, whatever lasts hurts the most, even moments that might seem beautiful. The trick is to never remain long enough for it to last. The trick is to make yourself lost.
A.
P.S – Next time don't let me catch you in a bar trying to meet someone to love. You belong to a better world.
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