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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Saturday, June 5, 2010 || 6:09 AM
Put yourself in someone else’s shoes for just a moment. Imagine meeting a really great person who, at exactly the right moment, swooped in and saved you from yourself (without even knowing it), from a sucky situation that you kept trying to pull yourself away from but just couldn’t bring yourself to walk away. Then imagine, after being rescued, you get to know your savior and this person is actually perfect for you. You feel like you’ve known this person forever even though you haven’t because they possess certain qualities of someone else in your life, someone important to you, someone you love. Then imagine, in a crazy turn of events, you lose the one you love, shortly after meeting the one who saved you and your world is flipped upside down. Time stands still and you can’t make sense of anything. But even in standing still, time manages to move on and as you hurt, you heal and as you heal, you begin to open up to this other person and as that happens and time passes, you find that you know more about this person than you thought because of the staggering similarities between them and the loved one you lost. But then something happens that you never expected. It’s hard not to love this person and as they pull you in, simultaneously, a wall begins to go up. It’s a very subtle wall, glass rather than brick but it’s there. A solid barrier between you and this person. And this wall is not on your side, but theirs. You’re all in and they’re holding back and you can’t understand how or why but you feel it. Imagine that. What would you do?Labels: in real life, personals |