what meets the eye!

He’s quite normal- She said

But normal is just a long time forgotten something. In his eyes, you can see that in his eyes; He’s lost. He’s nowhere to be found, although he does not cry for being lost is all he has ever known and the minute he found that path, that secure path that was leading somewhere they, they took it way. They shattered it. They took on single dream and made from it a nightmare, one that, now, he must be living in without gasping. But, for her, he’s quite normal, she said.

She’s quite beautiful- he said

But what does beautiful means if not one strange, weird, funny thing that happens only in the eyes of the person that is admiring the beauty? She’s not herself in front of the mirror. Her reflection is gorgeous, but also fictitious. And as her tears roll down her face, as she fades away, she really believes that her whole self could be improved by clinical procedures, though almost every girl dreams with a new nose or bigger breasts, she thinks more about getting induced into a comma and waking up buried in some unfamiliar graveyard. But for him, she’s quite beautiful, he said.

This is not the night when they met, this is the moment when they realized that a path could be hidden in some girl’s eyes and that beauty could come from the touch of some guy’s hand, but also that was the moment when they though, in unison “too good to true” But, what’s true anyhow?