Ordinary.

"Just a day, just an ordinary day, just trying to get by.
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy, but he was looking to the sky.
And as he asked if I would come along,
I started to realize that everyday he finds just what he is looking for.
Like a shooting star he shines."
(Vanessa Carlton, Ordinary Day)

I aim to ask you about that picture above; "Who knows what that boy really feels inside?" I bet only he and God do. Because eyes can lie, smile can refuse; but not with that something we called: heart. That girl may assume that his sight, his cherish, all those told her that he falls into her. Yet surprisingly, he maybe, or actually, doesn't.

Well, I probably would remind this 'ordinary' day, where every thing seems so right, once again, yet surprising, as long as I'm still having plenty tears to cry. Ha ha, laugh my ass off. They were even not dropping for once, I swear. Something hard to believe but already within your expectation, why bother?

Simply, I've told you quite much about this person. And today, he told them quite much about me. Here it is; literally, actually, eventually.

Once upon a day there are a girl and a boy. The boy regards the girl as likely the same with the others. However, the girl presumes that the boy up front has done something different with her among anyone else, whereas he was only going all ordinary with her.

There, his friends discover yet the case and force him to be willing with the girl. That is it. Based on what the boys go through, even though the girl has started to like them first, but wherever on earth they have the first turn to make a move. So afterward, I'm only not that into her without any explanation I can explain.

I'm like, shocking yet relieving. A huge exhale for pulling me a long face as those words suddenly wake me up from the constantly having no path dream. That, he merely has really never been sure of me. Then why should I still put the effort?

Or maybe, should I let these butterflies in my tummy free to fly?