I met a man, a very sweet nice man, oh how wonderful this man was..
His presence always seemed so overwhelming, he is a silent lover. No one knows what he is about and no one knows what he is planning, and did this intrigue me? Oh yes no doubt about it…
The way he smiles for every mood, weather it be anger, happiness of silly jokes but its never the same laugh, and his laugh hahha I always said his just too private. This man didn’t laugh the same in public the way he did with me, he never looked at me like he looked at others…
This man must have been one of the strictest people I have met, so sure of what he wanted and so certain about where he wants to be in life. This was such a turn on for me, I was like oh yes someone else in this world who doesn’t fear facing the storms for their dreams..
I always wondered if he is a self made man, or a woman made man, it seemed he was self made..aaahhhh the way he walks and carries himself that’s what Im talking about subtle arrogance, he is aware of who he is and that is the reality of life…
Now when we face reality hahah, oh no was I on a dream or wonderland because ehm now this man is only known to me??
Why does everyone else know a different man? Ehm why is everyone else on another page.. and like any other woman I thought naaah they must be wrong because hello everything I felt was real duuuh!!
No man, this interesting is fake, this is not who he really is, this is all I know of him. Otherwise the reality is he let me peek at his broken soul.
Why do I say broken, broken because if anyone is comfortable with who they are and are aware of who they are then shux, they would be honest about it..
We would all know the same person, why was I only allowed on one page when he is in fact a whole book.. So.. was that his real name? is that his real personality? Is anything in fact he ever told me real??
Eish people have no idea how they can learn from one another..So, what do we learn from such things?, that yes life is wak and yes the older we grow the harder life is and its damages are harder..
But one thing I learnt is that I am not perfect and we all tell white lies, its just how white our white is hey. We should never judge people or even think we know them or what they are going through, because this thing we call human is a very special thing. We run the earth we live in the world, we develop pure things into bad mechanics, we raise innocent children to bow down to the bad world we live in..
Life..this thing called life…