My sister and I just got off a buggie ride in Sentosa Singapore and proceeded to line up for the ski lift to take us back up to the top.
While on the line my sister nudged me on the shoulder and did that ‘subtle’ lip-pout-pointing-thing towards this girl with blonde beach waves and freckles all over her body.
The first thing my sister and I noticed were her eyes, they were gorgeous, a sort of saturated ash-blue, I tried taking stalker photos of her but my inner ‘common-decency’ overcame my guts. I have no problem with people-watching but doing it in a line that’s moving at a painfully glacial pace, with the ‘stalkee’ being mere feet away from us—just no.
I wasn’t quite sure what it was about her that got me so captivated at first. Now I do. She embodied everything I wanted this summer, she embodied everything that I wanted in life. Well, her appearance did anyway.
That ‘roadtrip-to-the-beach’ look, from the disheveled hair, to the clothes (or lack of)—she was walking barefoot on the hot asphalt, beaded bracelets on her wrists, her hair blowing all over her face.
Does it seem selfish of me to want this? I yearn for this so much yet the thought of ‘freedom’ gives me guilt. What exactly does that mean for me?
I don’t know. I don’t know how I’ll be able to do ‘freedom’, I don’t know when. All I know for now is that I will.