Colors Of Tokyo

Colors of Tokyo:

Everything felt strange, the air was thick and my vision was foggy. I thought, I think I saw her. That girl, the one I kept seeing, the one that seemingly haunted my dreams.

I knew this moment, I saw it. The sunset colored sky and busy buildings along the road, Tokyo on a beautiful end summer afternoon. The sweaty and hot breeze making her hair swirl around in the wind. I knew this moment, I dreamed it on repeat for the last few days. I didn't know her name, her age or who age was, but she felt familiar. Her quick stride, the oversized monochromatic clothes she wore, the dark and lifeless look into those deep eyes.

I didn't really know why then, but she was one difficult to understand woman. A little bit older than me, more responsible. But somehow similar, always there and never reachable. So far yet so close, one you could open your heart to, cry on her shoulders but she would still remain a mystery.

I have never wished to see someone smile so hard in my entire life, yet when she did I was hopeless and hurt. Such a smile should not be tainted, it should not come from hurt. She did something brave, strong, something I knew I could have done, but she did it carelessly not really thinking about herself.

And she had the guts to apologize. In front of the guys who fought, unwilling to acknowledge the fact that she fought too. To acknowledge the fact that she could have hit them back, for every punch, every bones. But she did not she is just that kind of person.

I love her so goddamm much.

KOJI