“Beautiful yes? Two people that are missing each other but tell nothing to one another.”
“Maybe. But it will be sad if they ended up know nothing about their feelings for each other.”
“Not really. Maybe they are just that kind of people. The kind that enjoy complicated things and appreciate deep feelings.”
“As how sometimes words are just meant to be said and let out freely without the needs of being told purposely and specifically to?”
“Indeed. :)”
“:)”
“One random question.”
“Hm?”
“See those buildings around? That's quite far right?”
“And?”
“Do you think anyone there will be able to see me if I get naked here?”
“And then you... You gave me what I need. Perfectly. The way you see the world, the way you handle me and my weirdness, the way you care and love me. You put them on the right amount for me. You made me feel very much and you are loudly here. The attraction was
When I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to ignore the people and noises, just to feel the silence.
When I could feel the holes in my heart and how heavy they feel, yet able to appreciate the feeling and smile sincerely.
When I feel the feeling that can't be named or described, and be thankful to be able to feel it.
When I think of you.
“Some photos are meaningful not because of the object. Sometimes it was about the moment. When did we take it? What did we feel at that very moment? Why did we wanna memorize that moment? Who do we wanna show it to? How do we expect that person to feel or react when he/she sees it? Some other times, some photos are meaningful because we know someone will feel very happy to receive and see it. Because we were remembering that person when we took it. And sometimes, they hold some feelings that we couldn't say out loud.”
“That's from the photographer's point of view. Yet do you know why the one who receive them feel happy? Even just to see some random meaningless scene? From the viewer's point of view?”
“Hm...tell me?”
“Because those pictures show a glimpse of the photographer's days, which the viewer wasn't able to share with. Or a glimpse of how the photographer see the world, which is very different from the viewer's point of view. Those pictures freezed the time and the memories. And sometimes, they gave space to some feelings that we wanna make sure of. :)”
“:)”
There are some people whom I will hold the hands in front of the others, and let them hold mine.
There are some people whom I will kiss the lips in front of the universe, and be there for them. And there are some people whose name will never be able to be pronounced by my lips, no matter how dearly I hold them in my heart.
You are one of them.
“I’m just a random person :)”
“Are you? Well I’m just a random person as well.”
“Yep. But you are my most favorite one. :)”
“:’)”
I’m waiting for the day, when we could love and care towards each other deeply, with all the limitations and situations that we have, and be happy for what we have, be happy for each of us, even when it means, we don’t belong to each other the way we expected.
“Well I think everything’s predestined. I believe in the idea of the grand architect.
I do believe in science, I love science. but I just cant accept the idea that everything that happens in the universe are just a big coincidences.
That earth happens to be placed that precisely far from the sun and yet not that far so that it can nurture living organism to grow.
That somehow after 4 fatal catastrophes that wipes out the majority of the planet and yet animals could stay survive and evolves.
That some line of words that was typed into this random message could attract me and you to meet again.
Coincidence are such a lame excuse to deny that there’s something invisible that moves us around. Something that we may never understand but it’s there.”
I’m attracted to ones that are a little off. Ones that don’t provide all of the answers. Ones that couldn’t be completely owned. Ones that couldn’t be completely understood. And ones that don't require explanation all the time.
I'm attracted to the rarest one.