Reblog from Violet on Serendipity AKA I know the feeling.
We come from different worlds. His world is black and white, he seeks the answers to figures and facts that have never made sense to me. He manipulates the puzzle pieces like a magician dazzling the crowd with his tricks, and the results prove he is always right. My world is full of shades of grey, the battered remains of a childhood gone astray, and the bitter taste of allocated blame.
His is the world of the scientist, full of numbers and equations, clear and concise, with no room for mistakes. Mine is of letters and words, terrible poetry, strung together by hope and loosely attached to the hands of fate.
His is a world I cannot comprehend. Mine is a place he’ll never try to understand. It was a cruel twist of fate for us to meet, but we found each other in between. A curious mixture of sweet…
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