Cupid Part 1

Sometimes I would want for him to open up to me…Instead of assuming what goes on in his mind I would want him to just tell me. He’s like a bundled package… taped up so tight that I can’t tear it open… A novel… so heavily constructed from the first chapter, to the last, all the way down to the Author’s notes.. that I’m just unable to comprehend with it’s scathed story line and unclear motives… A song composed up of so many notes, melodies, and unfamiliar stanzas so complex for a beginner like me that no matter how much I practice… I can’t play it. For one night, just one lonely night… I may have gotten a peek through his eyes… for if only a small moment in time; and maybe a few petals every now and then that tend to fall briskly towards my lingering fingers, just waiting.. if they’re lucky enough… to capture the small petal just to familiarize the silky texture in my skin before its crisp transition between my roughly nimble fingers…