It was one of those crazy nights. Like alabaster.
When the moon rages,
and the cicada's song breaks the still night
When I met Bea.
Bea. She was a beautiful princess.
From the land of the rising sun.
She blinded me.
We talked like children of the moon
Pretending to understand the world around us.
Pretending to make sense
amidst ronald mcdonald, sTarBucks and Nims island.
Until I saw something. a spark of hope. Of happiness.
She would have been perfect, in another time, another place.
If my heart was not smitten.
If I did not have other less important things in mind.
If I didn't want to conquer the world.
So I did what normal guys do.
Pretend. Pretend to be in love. Pretend to be happy. Pretend to know.
But she can she can see right through me.
You see, she's also been there.
So I kissed her.
I wanted to believe it was possible. Love was possible.
But I could not make it real.
She left and I stood transfixed knowing that I could have had something beautiful,
something extraordinary.
But I was not ready.
She was not the One.