I insisted we climb the water tank, he waited there for almost an hour. When I finally came I asked him to go down, we can't stay there... there's too many mosquitoes. But the stars were really shining brightly, as if we felt the heat of the billion stars.
"well, do you like my soul?"
"what's a soul?"
"the fuckin' principle of life you idiot"
"can you not be philosophical all the time?"
"dumbass, that's what you get from text quotations"
"no, seriously though"
"...ok, I think I can be romantic, for a moment."
"so, what's a soul?"
"do you feel the same, like, I never really talk to people the same way I talk to you, do I? I present myself as a very strong person in front of everybody, they see me as the arrogant omniscient fucktard, while I treat you differently. I am more comfortable with you, I see you as someone whom I can express my deepest emotions, and speak my innocent ideas like a child, and laugh with you like a sea lion or whatever pathetic animal. Do you feel the same? I think that's the soul, it's the part of you that you can only show to the person you love."
"... eeewww, EMO!!!! hahaha"
"well, do you like my soul?"
"no, you have a pretentious soul."
"fuck you"
"... but I think you are just afraid, that everybody will see you as a weak person, that is why you act like an arrogant omniscient fucktard, you pretend, you try to hide your "soul", your soft side."
"the hell??? hahaha who's the emo now?
"we're both fucked up"
"yeah, why the hell did I ask you if you like my soul?"
"maybe because you're just too dramatic at the moment, or you're just tired and the stars tonight is really awesome.
"yeah, tired, maybe that's what I really feel."
"mmm..."
"I'm jealous"
"what?"
"na, nothing."
"ok..."
"well, do you like my soul..?"
"the hell..."
"na, let me sleep on your lap."
"you're warm"
"my heart is cold"
"shut up"
