And there is this thing about liking; having the idea of liking someone is always more comfortable than having the actual likeness towards them. But I liked her and not the idea and so it came with certain fears.
Maybe the world's greatest lie is not the objectification of fate. Maybe, it's the promise that there must be an even probability of things those seem so unlikely to happen.
And I wanted her to happen to me.

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#YQbaba We awoken about an hour after. Sun was up, yet barely able to traverse the clouds overhead. Sky had a shade of lavender mixed with a drop of sky blue and coldness soothed the dawn. It was calm and breeze was running through our hair. Amanda, with her hands clutching the ends of blanket which she had rolled over herself, sat against the other railing of back of the trolley facing me. She stretched out her legs under my blanket just so that our feet touched and I interlaced my toe between her fingers. She smiled, the corners of her eyes shrinking and dust in them still there. Her feet felt warm, I reached out my hand and ran over my finger upon her skin. She laughed, and I liked her. And there is this thing about liking; having the idea of liking someone is always more comfortable than having the actual likeness towards them. But I liked her and not the idea and so it came with certain fears. Maybe the world's greatest lie is not the objectification of fate. Maybe, it's the promise that there must be an even probability of things those seem so unlikely to happen. And I wanted her to happen to me. "What do you choose between a horse and a stone?" she asked. "A horse." I said. "Well, we should keep going on then rather than sitting here until it's noon." "A stone then." I said. "You are not as half as smart as you think you are. She said with a sly smile. "but you have been very successful at looking beautiful in the mornings." We laughed. She clung up to my side to sit beside me. I kept my arm around her neck and we watched the flowers for a while. "Forever" she said. "Forever." I said looking at her. My fingers lost in her hair and her hand pulling me closer to her. . I kissed her on lips then. She tasted like life. We folded the blankets and kept them inside the truck on the back seats. She headed to the driver's seat and I sat beside her. As she started the truck, I looked at her. If there is a forever and if it really is as good as it feels to think about it, I thought, then a forever must be very short.

6 JUN AT 11:14