i am but a reader unknown, like any other you talked to, in that flight, when no perfect girl sat next to you.
It was your birthday and you were thinking about your father, finding out he loves you, and in your mind you were worrying about your friend, living far away, drifting in his own family life.
Remember that voyage?
i am still voyaging coming back from your poems
you know there is this thing going on at HP and i figured it would be nice to find someone here for the first time and so i rouletted the pages and yeah found you some person and somehow i felt related to your pen name
and then i read all your poems
yes, all of them
and i can only wish that one day, suddenly, you will realise you are already writing love poems for someone new someone worthy your heart your sensitivity and your serenity
some perfect girl who will listen to the depth and warmth of your voice, your voice bringing to life your whole you,
some perfect girl, with all the imperfections you will know how to love,
some perfect girl to piece you together.
all the best, chimaera
ps =D please find the strength to do the laundry and to get rid of the yard junk and to go out for a ride in the sun, it will be so much likely to find the girl...!