imaginary

i might not write like you, and i don't have intentions writing in a similar light as you do. because i really think that originality should come first; let that be an idea or your writing styles. anyway, staring this day on, i have decided to write something about my ideal lover who is just a ride away from my place, yet a universe away from me. i have been reading his blog and i can consider myself to be his secret and invisible fan. clapping my heart. and crying over his oh-so-bitter-sweet-romantic entries. i never wish i can write like him. i wish he will write for me, or he wrote those for me. in which the former can be a lot possible since i always have this undying will to let the universe conspire with me. haha.

the idea came two nights ago, it was one cold night and i was reading his old blog posts just before i bump the sack. it has been a habit now, and instead of making me sleep, it just made me think of him and the possibilities of "us" together, writing letters to each other. hehehe. so there i was, imagining that this guy is a distant lover. and me, writing letters for him as a reply. this is a very stupid an idea that's why i don't let anyone know about this. it will just cement their perception of me... lunatic. hahaha!

but would it sound unfair if i say that i am in love with the writings and not with the author? that it is not to him that i fell in love first but the beautiful play of words. nonsense!