proleće
Ne volim leto i vrućinu.
Ali volim kad se zima odjednom pretvori u proleće. Daje mi nadu. Puni me verom u bolje sutra.
Ne volim leto i vrućinu.
Ali volim kad se zima odjednom pretvori u proleće. Daje mi nadu. Puni me verom u bolje sutra.
When he told me he is an English teacher, I first thought: "Wow, what an encouragement to keep on with what I have been doing so far." Then, a few days (read: about two weeks) later, I thought of many of my colleagues and it occured to me: "No wonder he works as a courier".
When he lets me come close to him, it always strikes me how good we can function together. Too bad he no longer wants to do something about it.
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After Him, there was no really attractive men I saw. He happened two years ago. Then one appeared. And made me think of Him. Of his future. Hence He appeared in my mind in the kind of future his parents are probably arranging for him, in a business suit, with a tie, still looking as hot as only he can, waiting for his shift to end so he could jump into some more comfortable clothes. At first, I saw him like this in his mid-twenties, but it then occured to my mind that he already is 25. But in a few years things are very likely to be like this. Is He coming back to me? Didn't think of this, but I could fit myself easily into this fantasy.