Is it a crime to like someone?
My sister and I had a girl-to-girl talk last night. It was one of those conversations that would have go on for hours if we can only have our way.
I told her about this guy I like, whom I can’t really name right now. And I’m sure that if I do, you’d give me an incredulous look as if I suddenly sprouted horns.
When she heard my story, the other line went silent. After what seems a lifetime, she heaved a sigh. And I know that once she starts to speak, her voice will have that tinge of exasperation and annoyance which are always present when I tell her something crazy.
“You can go on dreaming ’till the sky kiss the earth.”
A nice advice from someone three years younger than I am.
I laughed out loud. “Seriously though, is it a crime to like him?”
She said, “It isn’t. But it will be if you harbor hope that it would be more than a stupid fantasy.”
I smiled. But deep inside, there’s that tiny prick of hurt. Why do I always want something way out of my grasp? Why can’t my eyes settle to someone who’s within my reach?
The irony of life. Well, if I can’t change it, I might as well enjoy the experience. Being a dreamer, I can always go on spinning castles in the air.