❨ ❝ CLOVERFIELD ❞ ❩
───────────── With rain and keyboard sound, let me blacken in white. About me the shabby dreamer and him, the perfect handsome one.
I always see it
. Through between the books in the library, sparkling eyes peeking shyly at the object of her gaze. Her laughter is like the rays of helios in the morning, warm but not burning you with her light. Who embraces you in the morning, whispers good morning through the gaps in the curtains. At that time, she was just joking about our teacher’s endless behavior. She is surrounded by the major Greek gods, who are the same created when God smiles sadly. I don’t even have god blood. why is it presumptuous to fall in love with you? If I look at her love life - which certainly cannot continue without being watched by people from the same school - it is definitely not an ordinary person. Princesses, nobles with dazzling graceful looks, or goddess manifestations. It’s no longer a secret. And I, the shabby walker, must be self-conscious.
I like sweaters more than t-shirts, I like libraries more than fitness, I like poetry and painting more than Marvel movies and manga, I like Saoirse Ronan, and she likes Kristen Stewart. Our world is different huh? in a different angle, but still my poles are attracted to her. Does a tug-of-war happen or is it just me being sucked in by it, like a planet relentlessly absorbed by a black hole? Among the many humans in this world, like a field of leaves, I’m just a four-shaped clover that doesn’t mean anything special. Did she set her sights on me? ah, apparently not with other leaves that are more interesting.
