Tag: Irrational

I Just Wanna —

At that night, I hate Time. The clock ticking away, our goodbye moment approaching in hours, made my heart race. I did not want to fall asleep, hoping to spend every waking moment with Autumn Breeze.

My inner child was about to make a love confession, yet I admonished her against such an irrational decision, for full honesty only brings us harm. While we were quarrelling, our goodbye moment had arrived promptly. Once again, Time proves its undefeatable quality. So rationality pre-dominated us; calm on the surface, ending this precious moment with a gentle kiss and a sweet promise. Autumn Breeze gave us a reassuring smile, and we replied happily, ‘see you in December’.

Day by day, everything goes back on track, being busy with planning life out. Week by week, I am slowly mending the relationship with my inner child. Nevetheless, unlocking our deepest secret has led us to frequent memory flashbacks of Spring.

Spring, my dearest Spring.

A month passed by, Autumn Breeze drifted away, regardless of our effort to chase after him. Disconnected — in ways which perfectly followed my script. My inner child panicked, pushing in for the next move. ‘Be patient. Good things only come to those who wait’, I said. ‘What if the best timing had already slipped away during your rational goodbye back then?’ she questioned.

Calculating the possibilities for regrets from my inaction, I really could not confront her with a valid argument. ‘Did you not regret for things that you could have done for Spring?’, she pushed further. In a flash, the memories of Spring came up involuntarily.

Coward! Coward! Coward! 

At this very moment, I gave in, now she takes full control of our action. We confess love. We reveal and explain every greedy and selfish thought. Every single letter was expressed with real emotions. It was as if we are going to die for Love. We wish that we are more than purely youthful excitement or primal lust, for him. If we were to turn ourselves into a soldier of our emotion, let it be. We are sick of our cowardly, rational character. So what happens next?

— Be Brave.

T.B.C.