As-i-m

You came into my life. No. You crashed into my life blazing guns, showering meteors. It took merely one dinner to know you’ll stay for a while. As we talked and laughed, some part of me asked, “Where were you this time last year?” Now I’m set in my ways, and you’re not the way.

Don’t get me wrong, you are not the one. Not yet anyway, hun. But where’s the drive in receiving something or someone who’s perfect? I lust after the journey, from imperfection to understanding the beauty of imperfection. As you humbly took my faults, and cast them as my strengths; as you quietly forewent my errors to pave way for my powers, I ignored the sound of my heart telling me, “Take him on the journey. Show him a reality so beautiful it hurts to imagine. Take his music, make it yours. Destroy him in bliss.” But somehow that voice was lost on my mind. You see, I’m two people; the mindful pragmatic and the hearty romantic. As Mumford said, my heart told my head “let love grow”, and my head told my heart “this time no, this time no.”

So here I am, having done the right thing. You’re ignoring me, and I’m thinking of you. What is this, life? Can it be, with all its twists and pitfalls? I’ve heard it comes with highs, but I’ve forgotten the view from the high. Oh, it’s been a while. Dear lord, has it only been 2 months from that night of merriment and epiphany? I guess it has. Or to paraphrase you, “it’s been quite a crash course”.