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"happiness hit her like a train on a track" sings florence welch and this line makes me wonder - what kind of happiness does she mean? surely it could be any kind, but as I was sitting on the bench this morning, for the moment I felt as though she'd mean love ... and it's not like everything about the picture of a train hitting you fits this comparison. what comes afterwards is plumply said - death. I guess it's more about this ... this waiting for it to arrive, wondering when it will finally come, and suddenly it hits you and from that moment, everything changes. time, place, it takes you with it to somewhere.
this is what love feels like. or maybe it's just what I wish it would feel like.

I guess I’m just a helpless romantic. I keep wandering around the streets with a lonely mind and as soon as I meet you, it starts to paint all the moments we could have. How you met me at the museum and I asked you for change money for the lockers, and we got to talk and we wandered through the exhibition together and talked about art and you you gave me your e-mail as we departed. I sent you one, and you actually replied in time, and we met again over and over again. How I met you in a café and I thought you’d look interesting, so I just asked you how you were. How you smiled and explained to me that you’re not from here, you just moved here, and that you quite like it so far.
We’d meet again and we’d go to more museums together, more cafés, talk about art more and more about your past, and you’d put your hand on mine as we sat at the river and just watched the ships passing by, how I’d sleep at your home for one night and in the late night as we lay next to each other, you’d put your arm around me and kiss me. Next morning I’d get up early and get together all the things I found in your kitchen and make you a nice breakfast. We would watch movies together and afterwards talk about them, the forest would be there for walks, but basically we would go everywhere because everything would appear nicer because you’d be there with me. I’d be on your mind and you'd me in mine. and we both knew it wouldn’t end too soon because it seemed real. After a while, you’d tell me your secrets and I’d tell you mine and you’d understand, and you’d never wonder about how I were because you just knew, and so would I know how you felt. And we’d fight often, I’d hate your horrible eating habits, but it would be okay because spending time with you just felt so worth it that no eating habits, no favorite songs of yours that I’d hate, no wrinkle on your face or mole on your nose, would change anything about the feeling you’d give me.
I don’t know. I think I’m just longing to be with someone. But somehow I’m living with the immense certainty that this will never happen; that I’ll never get what I’m imagining. That life will play tricks on me and make things happen a completely different way, in a completely different moment.
It’s just like I’m imagining you to read this now and suddenly realize that you somehow like me. And that you’d send me a message and we’d meet and that we’d be happy together. But it won’t happen because I wrote it down now and it’d be too perfect if it did. And things never turn out to be “perfect”. That’s just an illusion I’m hoping for, an illusion I’m living in, and I wish I could stop.

But as I said; I guess I’m just helplessly romantic.

on another note; this is my first attempt on expansions ... I didn't think it would be that simple and somehow it's addicting ... I feel like there are going to be loads of expansion-photos following soon, aha.

on an entirely different note; happy october everyone!

(day forty-two)

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