You trot on the sidewalk once again.
I adore how you walk.
So gracefully, so passionately.
If only I could walk next to you.
Hold your hand.
Brush the hair out of your face.
Yet alas, I cannot.
For now.
You look in my direction, then look away.
You slowly approach.
I don't bite, do I Alice?
And now, you walk over and sit with me.
Finally.
We get to properly introduce ourselves.
"Who are you?"
No need to be rude. At least open to the second page.
A nice, fresh start.
Beautiful.
"Who are you? I know you've said your name is Kingsley.. but who are you?"
I am Kingsley. I am one with this book.
"And how, exactly?"
I'm not quite sure, my dear.
"My dear?"
My dear.
You look to the sky. Oh how I love when you look up.
Your hair falls perfectly.
Right over your shoulders.
Alice?
"Yes?"
If you mind me asking, who are you?
"Who am I?"
Yes.
"Good question."
God, how I love this girls warmth.
It's endearing how hard I've fallen for her in this short time we've had together.
I can feel her tender past, and her remarkable future all at the same time.
And our time is cut short.
From a ring on your cell phone.
"Kingsley, I must leave. I have a doctors appointment."
And you hastily get up, and leave.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Turn our Page.
Romansa(You are Alice) You stumble across an ancient book while walking home from work. It seems normal from the outside, but it has a much deeper history. It almost seems... To be alive..
