strangers

I've been pretty busy these months, lots of work to do, assignments, tests, and this little heaven in my mind has fallen into a deep sleep lol. I''ve been floating around lately. Being mindless and using my heart only. One day, my friend woke me up, woke my head up. I should write, again, and not letting this precious head stop working.

Have you ever wondered about how many strangers you've met in your life? People who crossed the street with you? had breakfast, lunch, or dinner in the same restaurant with you, or some people who smiled at you without knowing who you are? have you ever realized that even the one who's so precious to you was once... a stranger? and the one who was precious to you is now a stranger.. again?

So, here I am. Standing under my umbrella on a rainy day, the petrichor spreads around me, the wind  blows hard, it's cold. It'd be nice if I'm now with that special someone, having his arm around me. But yeah, he's busy. After all, his life isn't only about me, about us, sometimes it's about him and his friends, workmates, or his work. It's not wrong to be busy, to have some things you like to do, but isn't it sad to feel lonely when you are not even... alone?

I met him on my first day of university. Quite good-looking. Hhhm worth for a(n) 8 or 9, perhaps? Awkwardly greeted each other, and smiled. It's my first year, specifically, first day, I couldn't even remember his name. He was a stranger for me. But..

...don't you know that heart works illogically? 

Unexpectedly, one rainy day, when I was about to cross the street without an umbrella so that I should look down, try my best so that the raindrops didn't fall on my face, the rain stopped. I looked up and there was this stranger's hand on my head. Normally, I'd be scared, but this stranger made me feel safe instead of scared. I took a step away from him, but he came closer, and again, put his hand on my head. I couldn't find any reason why he did it. Seriously, I didn't even remember his name. But at that moment, I know, my heart falls for him, yes, him, the stranger.

Falling in love with a stranger is.. hhm strange. you barely know this guy, but your head and your heart keep telling you that you're in love. You found thousand differences between you and him, yet in the end you tolerate them, you ignore them. You and him are just completely blinded, by love.

60 days after that rainy day, he's not a stranger anymore. I helplessly fall for his charm, his kindness, his thoughtfulness, his smile, for him to make it simple. We spent a lot of time together, knowing each other, simply fell for him deeper, and deeper.

What to expect from a relationship? That everything will stay the same just like when you started it? You and your partner will always stay the same? The happiness will stick to both of you until the end? 
You can not expect anything, to tell you the truth, but well, you'll still make expectations. Sad.. but true.

Happiness. A happily ever after. That's what we've been chasing for this long. Take a good care of each other, be a pair of good ears and tough shoulders for each other. Happiness is indeed so simple, when the relationship is about you and him. 


I never expected him to be mine, but once he's mine, I expect him to be a good man, the man I always want to be with. Is it wrong? It is not. But then again, his life is not always about you. True, you're in his life, but know this, you never own his life. You may someday find that he doesn't know about you, because he's too busy doing something else. Be in the position when you're about to start something, but the someone who's supposed to be there is nowhere. This condition is sad, and of course, tiring.



The final question is,
What will I do?


I will stay. I will stay in love. Stay in love..
..with the stranger.