i want to love you, perfect stranger.

if you disappeared from my life, what would i do?
if you were gone, how would i remember you?
if you're not here, would it make a difference?
if i don't hear your voice again or see your face, how will my life change?

i can't answer these questions, and its scary because sometimes i think that i might actually be able to live life to its fullest even without you.
without you, perhaps i'd be able to achieve things i never would with you around.

maybe we're just a dysfunctional unit; with all our roles screwed up.
i can't feel you. i can't reach you. i don't know if i want to. i don't know what's stopping me.
is it my pride? is it the years of hurts and unspoken words? is it the rejection of physical warmth between us?

you're a passing shadow. the perfect stranger.

i want to love you, perfect stranger.
but will you do the same? is your understanding of love so shallow that you dare not go beyond?
will you throw away your own pride and traditions and preconceptions?

or are we beyond too late to mend the gaps between our worlds?

what skittles do on weekends..

don't miss me too much while i'm gone. =P