Kiss me

So kiss me...

Alone

So today I was studying in a coffee store and there was two girls in the table next to mine. I was trying pay attention to my books, but suddendly I listened the conversation.
Girl 1: So your boyfriend...
Girl 2: I don't have a boyfriend.
Girl 1: How you don't have a boyfriend?
Girl 2: I just don't have it.
Girl 1: Why? Don't you feel alone?
We all want that love that consumes us, that passion, that one person that makes us feel unique, special. But why people that already have someone have to torture the single ones? Have you already thought that maybe that person is better in that way? Maybe it's suffering for someone else? Maybe he/she likes to be single? Maybe that person is in the friendzone? Maybe he/she is focus in his/her career or studys? Maybe that person have lost someone? Maybe...
Maybe she doesn't want just any boy? Maybe she is already in love for someone an she is trying do something? Maybe she is in love but the boy doesn't like her the same way? Maybe he doesn't know. Maybe he already try it but she doesn't want. Maybe they never met. Maybe they already met but don't see them together. Maybe they already try it but didn't work.
There many possibilities, but the big one that we point to each other: You don't have no one because you want be like that. It's your fault!
Maybe it isn't...
Can the world let the singles be happy? We all have our time. If not now, maybe one day. They aren't looking for someone to love. They are looking for the one to love.

Train & Time

               So I'm from Portugal and everyday I have to pick a train so I can go to university.
I have a habit: I love sit on the window and see the landscape pass me by. I love it because it's like I have a control of time, like I can control whether forward or backward in time. But what a I like the most is going backward. It's like you could turn back in one decision you made, one word you said, it's like you stop yourself for making that mistake that change yourself. The sad part is that still impossible to do. I belive that some decisions make our personalities, make who we are and that decisions are what makes differents from each other. How many times did you wish turn back on time? Just to have that person you've lost, to do the thing you prefer, to choose another way... I wished so many times. Like it was my super power. But in this world I'm not a superhero, I'm just another person in the world that like to sit next to the window in the train, imagining that I'm turning back on time, changing something in my decisions, in my memories, in my life. But then, I back to reality. The train stops and I have to get off, smilling sadly smiling sadly for failing to live the present because I want to change the past, thinking about the future.

Rain

        She started to like the rain when she was a little girl. She liked to run underneath it, to felt it in her skin. His parents tried to protect her, forcing her to stay indoors or just permited the plays in the rain with an umbrella even when there was only small clouds in the sky that could threaten to rain. But she liked anyway, although her parents try to show her that the rain wasn't always good or it was only good when taken some precautions. But she was young and innocent. I just wanted to feel it. She grew up, wanting to feel more the rain. 

She liked to "forget" the umbrella, to feel the rain falling upon her skin, to feel the touch of clothing that clung to her body. She liked to feel her hair messy. She always wish the rain. Sometimes the rain play with her, but she was innocent. She continued to grow up in the rain and the warnings against it. She won't listen. People said to her constantly, but she won't listen. Until the day.
           One day, she walked in the rain, feeling that it was increasingly yours. She walked in the rain while everyone is trying to protect themselves. Everyone thought she was crazy. Until suddenly, the rain disappeared. Without a slow disappearance. She couldn't enjoy the last moments. She was in the street, waiting for her return. Waiting ... waiting. Until this girl got sick. She couldn't get out of bed. Her eyes  just wanted to remain closed. She just wanted that headache, the pain in the chest disappear.
            Over time, she became accustomed that situation. As she has become accustomed to the typical "I told you so ... We said it wasn't good for you." She got out of bed and looked in the mirror. She knew it wasn't the same girl. She left home and felt the sun thouch her skin. But that didn't satisfies her. She knew it wasn't the same.
The rain fell again. She felt the first drop on her face. She looked up at the sky, trying to figure out what to do. Another drop fell, now on her forehead. She smiled sadly, picked up her umbrella, opening it up and sheltering under it. After a long time without the rain, she accustomed to living without it. Deep down, she knew how to live without it and didn't want her happiness returned to depend on it. The rain fell again and girl returned to open the umbrella.Everytime the rain tried, she always open that small shield.
Have you realized that I am not talking about the rain?