In a time of confusion and conflict, a pandemic and continuous deaths. History in the making on the tip of the iceberg overwhelms him with sadness and concerns. A teenager coping with his madness seemed to gain relief.
Of Course! It’s a woman. A man’s weakness, his peace and poison. But it’s not the first time he’d felt this way, like nothing else matters. This very feeling ends up in a roller coaster of emotions, an inbox of apologies and a pillow of tears.
The past is the past, he’s learned that for a long time now. He enjoys her company and her vibees gives him a feeling, a feeling, that somehow this time “IT COULD BE DIFFERENT”. No lies, just lust, no tricks but trust, she gives him hope.
He knew that little shred of his broken heart would let her in and he hopes she does the same. Like a mirror he sees his broken heart in her chest. Like an emergency he’s always seconds away from her text. Like a magnet separated at the poles.
With no boundaries, all it takes is an open mind and great conversations to make them forget the distance and make up of the world. Three days is all it takes for it to feel like years, drawing and healing, hobbies and feelings. She’s his perfect stranger. He’s not sure where it’s going but he’s sure of his winning, her admirer and his inspiration.
