"No two people see the external world in exactly the same way. To every separate person a thing is what he thinks it is -- in other words, not a thing, but a think." - Penelope Fitzgerald
I was sitting in my balcony. At 4:32 am. With her. And it strikes me. That there are two completely different views from our balcony. A big plain field standing alone with the road on the edge and far ending trees after that. And other side with the never ending buildings! It's like we've given a choice in where we want to look.
And that's when I know, she will never be able to see things my way. Because she is not looking at the alone big field, but the multiple buildings.
Sometimes I'm the buildings too, but what if then she's looking at the field?
But least she can do for me is look at the view I want her to show. I just want her to stand by me for one time. Just stand for me for once. Because when it comes to her, she is not the field, or the buildings for me. She's the vast sky that stand above them. She's the view I prefer to look at everytime.
Maybe because she was the first person I started to believe in this unknown strange city! And it's strange how it's changing slowly yet not changing. Because she will always remain the first person I believed.
Maybe, I will, never be the sky she'd look over everything. :)