thoughts #1

A stranger — that's who You are. Nobody really knows You, or maybe they do — nobody knows that either. You're a whirl of mystery, it's madness, it's misleading, but it's exciting — You are exciting. Yet You bring me so much confusion. The pushing, the pulling, the lack of inbetweens — You are such an extremist. How dare You complain about how meticulous I am about setting the table for dinner, or the placing of my books in alphabetical order, or the colour-coding of the clothes in my wardrobe. How dare You pick at the things I organise in my life. How dare You walk into my life and make a mess of things - a mess of me. You're different, so so different. The things You say, the habits You have, the way You file (or rather, the way You don't). It doesn't make sense, none of this makes sense. The way I feel about You doesn't make sense. How particular I am about what I eat, how I carry myself, the way each strand of hair on my head must be pinned back to perfection. All it took was You — coming by to tell me to take that leapt of faith. You closed my eyes and asked me to take a chance on life, and i did. I say I don't like it, and I yell at You for your actions, yet I trust the way You make me feel and they say You should follow your heart so I did. My head's in a mess but who cares about thoughts when you live on cloud 9 all the time — head already in the clouds. You walked into my life and left your mark and there's no way I could let You go without leaving scars - even if it were the right thing to do.