Rendezvous
09 June 04 : 02.47 AM
You wanted to be crazy in love with someone. The kind of love that blinds and blots out reason, with perpetual kisses. He tells you you're living in a non-existent fairytale.
You listen to Milzam play Guns N' Roses and fall in love with the nylon strings that gave birth to the melody, but was rudely taken out of the spell by Gene's interruption.
They sit by the edge of your bed listen to you blathering on because you're repeating things and hiding things about Edwin and their dissonant advices confuse you more.
"I know you're not in love with him," Kenneth said to you. You move an inch closer to him and almost spilled the water in the papercup.
"What made you say that?" You asked.
"You don't," He teased. "Don't lie, alright..." You laughed, put your arm around his shoulder and leaned on him for a second.
So what the fuck are you trying to achieve here?