Lunch Break

I know when she has her lunch. When I’m in class. She apparently doesn’t have breakfast. So what does she do? I can’t understand why it took me more than a month to figure out her routine. I was lost in some Wonderland. It was so simple, so clear cut…so easy. It always has been. Why was I going through the misery of uncertainty? If I didn’t know why I kept thinking of her, I could have always asked her.

Maybe I don’t want ours to be the world’s shortest love story. What is a tale without twists and turns? Without trials and tribulations? Even if it were to end on a sad note, why miss out on the journey? Love is what makes the journey worthwhile, no matter how short. Love is what makes the ending sweeter, no matter how bitter. Do we embrace finally and blow ourselves up? Or do we embrace, get married and lead an extraordinary life together? Love, a convenient term for such varied emotions and outcomes can surely then, just about do anything it feels like.