something_vague
01-02-2004, 04:12 PM
Every night HE would walk over. Walk, at least 3 miles. Even he would walk in the rain that pounded against his shoulders and rolled down his bare arms. To see HER. She had dark hair and an uneven complexion. She was a shy girl, but she would open up to people over time. She liked to think she was an individualist. She often thought too hard. She day dreamed a lot, and had always longed for someone to walk 3 miles in the rain for her. She was so happy that she found that. He would come. He would shyly ring the bell at her door and would smile when she opened it. He longed to see her. He would sit across from her and gaze through her eyes as if he was trying to find something, and he would always find that something. It was always pretty when he found it. THEY would walk together. When they walked it would be to nowhere. They liked walking to nowhere and would walk there often. Nowhere changed each time they walked but they always seemed to know exactly where it was. They would get there just to sit and talk and do absolutely nothing. They crossed the rest of the world out and kept it in a place far, far off because they never wanted to find it again. They were so happy. She loved that she could tell him everything. He loved that she would tell him anything. Especially when he told her the bad things, so they could dance them away forever. “Let me give you this star, so when you think that there is nothing left, you can remember that bright thing up in the sky and remember you do have something. There is hope.” That was all that ever needed to be said. She was so…obscure sometimes. He always understood her if no one else did. He loved the sound of her voice when she was half asleep. She loved that his face was always full of light. The only thing getting them through the day was that the other might be in it. They were always so excited. “I can’t ever sleep because I am so anxious to see you…don’t leave yet.” They hated leaving nowhere. They hated leaving each other. She was such a sentimentalist. He loved her for that. He was so proud. So proud he could always find something so beautiful in her. He loved nearly everything about her, and he knew it was time to tell her this. He wanted someone to walk in the rain with forever. He wanted someone’s eyes to search forever. He wanted to live in nowhere forever. He wanted to give stars to someone forever. He wanted someone to dance with forever. Sleep would be nice too. He didn’t get much lately. He told her this. The quiet girl thought about it. But not too hard. She decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.