rowlandanthonyimperial
Sunday, April 20, 2008
02:07
She is a complicated woman. One look at her, and you will already notice that she's that friendly sort of person, who would love to talk to you about everything in the world, until the sun has died out and moon has vanquished beneath the darkness of the sky. She's that sort of woman who would encourage you to keep on trying to do your best amidst the severities of life brought about by the powerful thing we call 'high expectations' from the many people who still try not to believe that you are intellectually incapacitated. 'I think if you try, you can do it,' is the cliched and humane version of 'Do well, or I'll send you home'.
Anyway, back to her.
She's that type of person that you will meet on the road and not know about her unless you google her name on your computer. She makes weird remarks, as if she was her own punctuation at the end of every sentence she says. She expresses her feelings in a different manner, as if she was from some landlocked tribe deep in the heart of a jungle. She looks at you as if she can see through your clothes, and it makes you feel weird. She has this magical aura encapsulating her, and it's contagious.
I happened to bump into her again today, in a place where I never expected we would meet, and the memories just seemed to rush inside myself like a raging river.
I missed you, and I never knew it until I saw you again.
