Saturday, March 21, 2009

This is quite crappily written but it's the idea that counts right? And the idea sounded pretty good in my head. Maybe I'll fix it after the exams ( I probably won't)

She:
She sat there listening to Elton John wondering when she would have someone write her ‘her song’. To write her anything, in fact; even an email would do. Someone to call her in the middle of the night, someone she could call to gush about the rain.
But even in her loneliest moments she knew she didn’t want just anyone. It had to be him or nobody.
If only she could meet him.
She checked his profile online, she read his blog, she googled his name, she walked past his house. She knew it wasn’t normal, but, try as she might, she couldn’t stop herself from doing it.
She wondered what it'd be like to talk to him. She spent all day trying to find a way to see him. She could have met him today if he had come to her friends’ house. She could have met him if she’d taken an earlier train. She could have met him if he had just come forth and said hello.
But he didn’t and she spent her time looking for photos of him on the internet.

He:
He had a lot on his plate. He had plans, hopes, dreams, ambitions. He had to study, to travel, to meet new people and see new places. He needed to make something of himself. He had a gift and he needed to use it. He didn’t have time for a girlfriend. Still he found himself dreaming of her. He knew he was a traveler at heart, but for her, he would change. He could fill his days just writing to her, about her, for her.
If only he could meet her.
But he didn’t.