Her, Like This?

Her pain was magnified a thousandfold in her broken sobs. Her blood seemed ready to burn, melting into bitter foam that drifted through a jar of tears, unable to find the way back. She woke because the flock of birds resting on her heart was always preparing to migrate, never letting her escape.

Hesitation turns into two wrong answers the moment you make a choice. And love at first sight is like walking down the road only to be suddenly knocked over by a submarine. When the overlap between two people’s destinies reaches more than seventy percent, it means that love at first sight and hesitation can happen at the same time.

Someone told her there were fireworks at the end of the bridge, fireworks that burst into the shape of tulips, their brilliance lasting only an instant. She ran a long way and finally saw the fireworks on the other side of the bridge. Just as that person had told her, they were beautiful, like every dream that had always been just out of reach, like the love hidden in those words. That person had once said to her, “You know, you don’t look like you’re trying to court someone. You look like you’re asking for help.”