On The Other Side

I have been low for the past few years. A girl with not much but work going on with her life. Life for her is like a static radio station that only old people will have the guts to listen to. Everyday seems to be an ordinary day, until the day she stumbles to a post that enthralls her just like a toddler eyeing an expensive toy. It touched me in such a way that i cant explain. Its like a song on a repeat mode.

Days had passed and still thinking if i should give credit to the poster. And yes I did, my mind and my hand brought me in creating a new account just to reply to the poster. I don't know anything about this particular poster other than what he portrays in his post.

Even though i'm like a girl going for something with nothing but a new mail account, I still go for it. Replied his post telling how did it intrigued me. Luckily and fast enough the poster acknowledge the credits. And then it started.

Days and Week had passed, we're still somehow in constant conversation, dissecting each others personality, little by little.

Sudden turn, we decided to meet each other. The feeling was like you're going in a prom , excited to meet your partner, whom you don't even know because its gonna be by height selection. Simply as me, i went to the meeting place, nearer and nearer to meeting him the more i feel like i want to shit out of nervousness.

Unexpectedly, i have met him on the other side of the road with the little rain pouring. ahuh! our very first meeting point. I said hey and you said hi! . I didn't quite pictured that he is different from the way i used to imagine, don't get me wrong, but still in a good way. 

Had a good and fun day with him, never failing to listen to every single word that i say. From that day, i know he is far from what i should be seeking. But no regrets meeting him because I know " HE IS WHAT HE IS", like "ME being ME"....