read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

October 13, 2010
I keep dreaming about that Persian boy.

Nearly two years after our three month (four month?) relationship, he still shows up to give me that don't-embarrass-me glare. He's still in my head, ordering me not to do anything stupid, to look at things logically.

In my dreams, we're surrounded by books I can't touch because they're fictional. He leads me to the philosophy section, and I can't help but stare longingly at the metaphysical (also known as that witch stuff) section on the opposite side.

Am I once again allowing a boy to tell me who I am?