Why should I expect any different?

Why should I expect any different?

I believe in people, it’s a choice. I know the weight it has, but this is my choice. Every now and then I come across a pair of nice eyes. I don t mean aesthetically nice, I mean with depth. Sweet eyes. That was you. I believed the looks you gave me, for a moment I found myself looking back, in a language I thought was common for us. You see, I even created a space that for few moments belonged to us. There’s this nice feeling when you think you found comprehension. You feel a little less alone, thinking that someone can actually understand your world, your universe.

You blink, you blink and it brings you back to reality. You know that is what you want, and not what is real. So between being in hard reality, and feeling common, we choose to feel unique and special. I knew it was fake, but I choose to fool myself. I prefer having hopes and dreams that maybe, maybe one day, this little story will be true. I will look at nice eyes, and they will actually have meaning. More meaning then one night of sex.