I met this guy, (strangely they look kind of alike)
He's French, he's a PhD student in literature.
He's kinda funny, I love his accent.
At one point he forgot my name
so I told him to give me a nickname
He called me bugs bunny.
I told him I made yummy tarte tatin.
He said, that came from my hometown, Normandy.
Later that night he told a story of
when he and his partner went traveling together.
But then I get that they broken up.
And then I get that the ex was indeed a girl.
We talked a lot more, and he said
he doesn't believe in sexuality.
He believe everything comes from the heart.
"It's doesn't matter who you are."
Then again I asked him,
"But Im asking if I have any chance
to take you out on an indonesian dinner."
He said, yes, I think I like you.
"But Im not looking for a relationship" he said.
So I reply, "Me neither.
Why can't we just hang out, and talk some more."
He said, "I should get your number."
I kissed him before I go, and thought
there's nothing wrong with 2 broken hearts
trying to talk about how world is, right?
2 comments:
You're so right. There is nothing wrong in two broken hearts trying to talk about how the world is....or how it might be, for that matter. Through the heartbreak in your story, I see beauty and hope. Thanks. I randomly stumbled upon it tonight and am glad for it.
beautiful.
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