Maybe Not

Ann and Juanes were walking in front of me yesterday. (I happen to be surrounded by couples lately, and I can't help but observe their interactions.) They weren't holding hands; instead, they had their pinkies hooked and somehow that was more intimate than holding hands.

Later on that night, when rain was falling, a boy was upset and he was standing near the train tracks. His girlfriend was obviously nearby, but didn't want to interrupt his mood. Finally when she came to her senses, she realizes that she should be by his side. She starts running down to him. What a sight. Truly. The world crying and in misery, and this girl sprints, with her legs kicking up, to her boyfriend.

It was one of those moments where you have to appreciate the genuine feeling of caring for someone because when you like someone you sacrifice and sacrifice and, when you see that you have given up so much, you're still willing to do it over again.

Don't I deserve this? Don't I deserve some stability? Some real passion and real affection. Don't I deserve to have someone willing to situate himself fully in my life?

And don't you deserve this too? Don't you deserve a girl willing to run to you because she cares so much she can't bare not to?

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