The best part between us has been to not talk about our daily grind, there’s no “How was your day?”, “You had your dinner?”,” what’s new?”, and a similar barrage of redundant questions with rebounded answers that even people part of the conversation know, is just to push the conversation forward, yet at least one of them would keep bringing that up.

For us, me and her, it is not that now. Yes, it’s been Me and Her.

Not that we have a series of other conversational topics that keep us occupied, but something that pushes beyond the mundane outflow of words. There is a sense of tranquility lingering on the onset of these little exchanges; there is an essence of satisfaction from what I get to hear from her in return of my blabber through the course of trying hard not to sound like an idiot. Not at least this second time.

I get this vibe of her knowing about this idiotic me and yet tries to suppress this idea. Just let me stay where I am, of not letting me scale up the ladder to gather enough courage to do something more idiotic? Or there is a flicker of hope down the road which she wants me to travel? Travel along with her.

Yes, I think too much. Too much to build castles up in the air, too much to stress myself out of things that may never happen actually. Portraying me as either an Optimistic would be far-fetched but tagging me as a pessimistic would also be an understatement; which even an idiot like me understands.

It is indeed difficult to understand her, not that I have never tried. Tried for Days, tried for Months and even for a Year, but couldn’t. Just couldn’t. Not her, nor anything from her. What I have only known is about the push which I gave myself, to try and try harder. Again and again. Only to return empty handed on each occasion.

But now, it has come down to a different level, a level where I pull myself from trying anything. Where I contain my urge to again understand her, to get to dive deep into those eyes and gather any glimmer of hope beaming out to be reflected on a future where I can be a part of it.

I don’t want to think now. Neither of trying, neither to look at the prospects of any build-up to what I have now. I just want this to continue. I just want this to not change itself, of the connect that comes through her to me, even though it may be for a little while, before she lets go off this idiot yet again, but I want to savour this moment, these moments binding themselves to remain etched as precious little possessions to be kept for life.

It isn’t love, it isn’t any infatuation either, and it’s something which I don’t understand and something which makes me a hopeful. A hopeful idiot.

As narrated by the baka, with minimum exaggerations and enhanced expressions. For further development keep waiting. 

It was a dark and stormy night,all the lights in the street were turned off and there was total silence, not a sound to be heard. It was as if the whole world was asleep and oblivious to what was happening outside. Just visible, through the darkness of the street, was a van in which inside sat a man. A man not mad, not insane, just a little bit crazy.

John Gordon sat in his van watching the old run down building, waiting for his chance to make his dreams become a reality. He had been waiting for about an hour and in that time he had a chance to think back on his life. He was not always alone, he was not always homeless and with no way to support himself. He once had a family, a loving wife and daughter, a great job and a home he loved to share with his family. His daughter was his world, everything he did was for her. So why was it al taken away from him? Why did his wife decide to divorce him and rid him of his rights of parenthood? He was not sure....... But that was all about to change. He was going to start his life again,start a clean slate and live happily ever after.

As the night grew darker and the rain got heavier, John looked out the window. In a nearby puddle he could just make out his reflection. Deep blue eyes full os sadness and grief were staring back at him. Full of hurt and dispair, it seemed these eyes would never be happy again. His dirty Blonde hair which had once been so clean and shiny was now scruffy and overgrown and John's chin was full of stubble.

John turned his gaze back towards the old dance studio. He could see movement inside and he knew that in just a few short moments his chance would come. He thought back to his plan. To start a new life, he would have to take someone with him...

John crept slowly out of his van. It was cold outside, and it was raining harder than ever. He slowly and silently made his way over to the door of the studio and stood beyond a pole. The door creaked as it was suddenly pushed open. Someone was coming out. John leapt out from the darkness of his hiding place. He jad to be sure it was the right person. In the light shining out from the door he could make out a small figure with wispy blonde hair. He pounced on her and brought her to the ground and then dragged her unconscious body over to his van.

The girl was young. She looked to be about eight and she had long shiny blonde hair. She was a tiny thin, with a cute face and a petite body. She was becoming more and more conscious with every moment. She opened her eyes. They were deep blue and full of hurt. John just stood therewatching her. How could his plan be so cunningly clever and wonderful, yet so cruel at the same time? But in the end this would not matter, he would already be on his way to starting a new life... And the time had come to make it a reality.

John pulled a big, dirty old knife out from under the rusty old seat. He did not want it to be painful; he wanted it to beshort and quick. The girl did not move. She recognised him from somewhere, but she was not sure where from. John pounced on her and plunged the knife straight through her heart. A pool of blod was growing more and more visible as the blood came rushing out from the stab wound moulded into her chest. With terrified eyes and trembling blue lips, she managed to get out one last word... "Daddy?......"

John looked down upon the lifless body of his daughter and said "Don't be scared... we'll be together soon enough. Wiat for me, I love you" and with these last words, he grabbed the the blood covered knife out from the heart of his now dead daughter and plunged it into his own.

"We'll start a new life together and live happliy ever after".

I was my favourite,then you happened..

We never broke up,We were never together,What was it we had?I want to go back to the time when everything was still fine.You were some magic,some chaos and a bit of poetry..

And suddenly all the love songs were about you.With you,I knew the ending would

We both pretended to be friends when we knew that isn't true.

I'll never forget the moment when I realized I love you..Love is an adventure I thought to experience it with you..

It's the connection we couldn't explain.

The way we look at each other says it all.

Two things I can't control,my smile when I see you,my tears when I miss you.

Fate or destiny?I don't know what to choose but something bought us together and made us apart.You were my source of happiness..

I was lost in ur world,Was that a Mistake?Regret?Fate?or what not?We became strangers again,but this time with memories..

I'm now whole on my own,No longer need ur hand to hold.

Maybe we were meant to be apart,Now u are stranger with all my secrets..I don't know when this chain will end but for me,Letting go was hardest but now I don't regret things..

I'm happy now as I was with you,Maybe just lonely but It's better to be than get bonded again wid someone..

Atlast now,after I left everything,You came again..I can't help but distance myself,Don't wanna get fooled by you again..

Let's say this again,It wasn't da first time experiencing love but this time was something different..

Although I witness things I don't want,it gives me relief looking at your hand held by someone else.

If life gives us another chance to restart our lives,Let's hope we will never meet..

If we do,Don't wait for me at da end of sunset like you did,I Don't want to go through those times again..

Though I'm still trying to figure out what went wrong soo fast..This silence of u is killing me these days..

But thanks to you,I got to know more about myself,became a little more mature..

My life ****'s me up now,Just like you did,You were my moon but i was just a star to you..

I don't regret loving you but I regret realizing it too late about you.

And now i just hope that we will never cross each other's path again and also I hope you will be sencior and serious about your's and other's lives..

But if you ever feel like your heart is cŕumbling,you can always come to me,I'll treat you your favourite Icecream,Cause I'm now confident about myself..

:)End