I want to be that odd person you see, dressed in peculiar outfits that visits the same coffee shop or the same restaurant and sits in the same corner every time, orders the same items off the menu and reads copious amounts of magical adventure and classic novels with a sketchbook in hand and a mysterious destination in mind. I want to be that odd person you see in the corner every time you visit for lunch or dinner, whom youve watched appear and reappear day after day, week after week, wondered until you couldnt stand it anymore. I want to be that odd person you decide to approach one day on some strange whim and ask what it is Im reading, while I stare up at you mildly curious but un-phased by the sudden attention while you decide to pull up a chair and strike up conversation. I want to be that odd person that becomes a regular acquaintance of yours in the same little coffee shop or restaurant until you decide on another whim to ask me out for coffee, rather awkwardly considering where weve met up week after week. I want to be that odd person that becomes your best friend and inspires you to read more than youve ever done so in your life and spouts unusually whimsical ideas or advice about life and love and freedom and spontaneously yanks you around to destinations youd never dreamed of visiting on your own. I want to be that odd person you come to when the saddest or harshest of moments in life are too much to bare and my arm around your shoulder, my kiss against your cheek and my goofy displays to cheer you up are the greatest remedies for your ailing heart. I want to be that odd person you decide to run away with to far off and distant places, on a whim, for no other reason except to see the sparkle in my eyes as we explore the wide world, see things we only dreamed about, touch things we only talked about and taste together the rich sweetness of freedom and passion the universe provides for two dreamers lost to the wonders of timeless bliss. I want to be that odd person you fell madly in love with from the very moment you set eyes on me wearing those peculiar outfits, in that little coffee shop or restaurant, sitting in that one corner ordering the same items off the menu, surrounded by copious amounts of magical adventure and classic novels, sketch book in hand, a mysterious destination in mind and a dream in heart of someday meeting you.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 01:09:53 +0000
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