‘So what do you want to do? ’ He asked while sitting on the chair opposite to mine at the cafe; the only place we could meet from a few weeks, it had become "our place".

'Run.' I say.
He grinned while looking in my eyes. And I had come to love his way of looking in my eyes whenever he smiled.

'From the world? yourself? Or is it life?'
I knew he wouldn't be weirded out. He didn't make me feel like worthless loser. Instead he just took my madness and embraced it.

'From everything. I just wanna run, like i've got nothing to lose. Flower fields as far as eyes can see. I will run even if i fall. Get back up, knees stinging, jeans torn and a little red, both my arms stretched wide like I've just won the first place in a race. The race we call living...and to fall in love with living; with being alive.'
He just started. For what were like 2-3 minutes, it felt like a long time had passed. Almost as if we were lost in our own world.


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