I’ve been waiting for the dude with the unsecure line to turn on his wi-fi the whole weekend and now that he finally did, i don’t know what exactly to do.
I’ve been meaning to stay late nights finishing my freelance, yet i slept through all of it except this one night and its not for my freelance.
I’ve been meaning to put pieces together and put them in pictures to tell him what i can’t say, yet i’ve only managed to put the puzzle together now that we’re almost over.
I’ve been missing the dejavu feeling of getting a picture done right, yet as i draw the lines of this picture for him i feel it again and know this will turn out a masterpiece.
I’ve been using Painter for 4 years and it has never failed to save a file, yet this night as i draw this picture for him it fails to save and the entire file is corrupted.
I spent the last hour trying in vain to open a corrupted file.
I feel like crying.
This is probably going to screw me up more than he ever did. But i think he would understand why; we both believe in symbolism… and what could this possibly mean?
So here’s to you, my brief encounter, and what will never be the interpretation of the beauty i saw in us.
