Let me tell you about a tale of a boy who looked for his significant other and a girl who was oblivious about love.
One day, a boy crossed his path with a small girl. That girl stole his attention. For some reason, he couldn't take his eyes on her.
Why was she different?
Was that because of her sparkling eyes? Was that because of her peculiar curiosity? Was that because of her unfamiliar fashion sense?
That boy couldn't sleep. He should lift the inquisitiveness off his shoulder.
The following day, he met that girl again. When he came in, that girl greeted him.
He sat next to her.
He looked at her. She didn't realize his sight that was glued on her. She drowned herself in the ocean of thoughts.
He started asking her questions. Although his heart wanted her, he needed to make sure she was his type.
And she wasn't.
He couldn't handle her. She didn't have real opinion. She thought about every consequences of her action and her answers were the mix of, "Depends on the reason," and, "what is the context?"
A girl who overthought everything was not his type.
He drifted away from her. The next day, he darted his eyes on a very sexy good-looking girl.
8 April 2018