Ginger with Black Rimmed Glasses
I found myself staying up all night looking at these pictures of this boy. a boy who isn’t the best looking in the world-he has curly ginger hair and freckles to match, along with black rimmed glasses. I didn’t exactly know why i was memerized with him. he spoke very quietly-almost a whisper. I liked hearing him talk, especially about his art. The way his emotions hung out on his sleeve. The way he talked with his hands. The way, how even when he was speaking to a room full of people, once he looked at you-it felt as though-he was only talking to you.
I remember staring at him from across the room. I knew who he was, but he had no idea who i was whatsoever.
I couldn’t figure out why I begin to like him. He was older than me, in art school states away, and from a different part of town even when we were in the same city. He seemed completely out of my league. still something in me couldn’t get him out of my head.
I was glad I met him now as opposed to meeting him 4 or 5 years ago. Being older definitely gave me years of wisdom. I wasn’t the shy, navie girl. My age definitely put me on a platform where I felt we were equals.
Still he was the art guy who walks around with a camera on him like it was a body part. He was free to roam around and create whatever he wanted.
I woke up many nights just from dreams of him. Nothing naughty. I guess i just mesmerized by his art. How he puts so much time and effort into creating something he loved. There wasn’t any “i couldnt do this” or “that would take wayy too much time” He went into projects as though they were something he has been waiting to do his whole life. everytime a new project was started, he treated it as thoguh it would be his last. All that mattered in the moment was his art. I admired him for that.
After endless thoughts of him, I realized I wasn’t in love with him. I was in love with his passion for his work. How every detail was meticulous. The endless hours he gave up-even if the product was small or short.
I had grown to like all the cute parts of him because he represented this life i had always wanted. All my fears and doubts that held me back, where estinguished in him. He reached for the stars and just kept going. While i stayed on the ground with my hands by my sides.
