Just Another Thing

Sometimes we were so caught up on this idea of a person, of someone.

Maybe because of all those shimmers that glowing around their smiles. Or maybe because of all that sense of adventurousness we found on this person. Or maybe because of all those stupid love songs we heard blasting through the radio. Or maybe because of all those daydreams we had about this person.

Of all the people, the countries, the cities, we're the one the universe chose to crossed paths with this person. We thought this someone was pretty something, a gift that the universe gave in our lives. And for a quite long time, we started to believe so.

But you know how blind we are when the dark gray clouds covered the blue sky above? We were just like that. And then the rain starts to pour, fading the blindness away. After the rain, the sky has never been clearer.

Who once we thought was something, turns out to be just another thing. And we're all once someone's something before we turn out to be just their other thing.

used to be your something,

now I'm just your another thing.

Me.

PS: the idea of this post was when I just finished watching Paper Towns and realised how similar we are to Quentin.