Every time I see you, you're the person that I really know.
I can stare on your eyes and easily get a backstage pass into your soul.
But when I don't get to see you, and just get connected through the digital world, you're different.
You're..
Colder than ice.
Colder than the summit of Mt. Everest.
Colder than Christmas air.
Colder than the cadavers that i sliced sometime in my life.
Colder than a bottle of iced-cold Red Horse.
And with that coldness, I can develop hypothermia and eventually succumb to it.
I really don't know what's going inside your meninges.
You're dura mater is thicker than I thought it should be.
When we're having some intellectual conversations, most of the time, I can't decipher your thoughts.
It's like I'm Edward and you're my Bella.
You can even cost Robert Langdon his job.
Now, maybe your wondering why am I suddenly ranting in the middle of dawn?
I'm just really wondering. Bemused. Bewildered with what's happening.
Are you really into this guy? No, honestly.
I will not cause a violent reaction for I am in no position to, in the first place.
He always get treatments that make my eyebrows rise up to my hairline.
And put a humongous question mark deep into my Pineal Gland.
You told me it was nothing?
There was a point that my jealousy meter for this guy have already got out of hand.
And I assume, until now. But in a lower degree. Lower than you might think of.
But it really gets me wondering.
What's up?
Nothing.
I'm just bewildered.
