I never really thought I was — but then maybe I am — naive.
Or maybe it’s not naivety but rather a coping mechanism. Chimeras, fantasies — creations of my mind. Fireworks and smoke screens. Perfect illusions.
Dualities are many within me — this one is a big one. I’m a realist, but also an illusionist.
Like, I know, for a fact, by odds so high, that we will never be a thing — but the thing is, I also know, for a fact, by odds so low, that we can be a thing. If there’s a will there’s a way, type of stuff. I like you and you like me — so we should at least try — we could at least try. Y’know?
Reality sucks, big time. Illusions feel good, spark fires under terrible weather conditions.
At the end of the day, it’s up to me to choose an interpretation track for my life — what to make of each moment, how to embrace them.
So, I prefer to think about how I’d embrace you — how you’d embrace me. I choose the happy track — the one that smells like raindrops in summer, the one that makes my heart jumpstart. I prefer to think about all the ways we could be together — rather than the ones we cannot. I choose to blur unpleasant elements — adjusting my lens to rather focus on what is delicate and precious.
Indeed, I prefer to ignore obstacles and work towards building bridges — to make sure I can get there, if you ever want me to. If we ever get the chance — if we ever decide to cross the boundary.
Despite having traveled the world, there’s one more wonder I’m excited to discover — you.