They told me that it wasn't safe to go into a stranger's house.
That's true.
Jack wasn't a stranger, though. We were comfortable together, I knew him. So there wasn't a bit of hesitation as I agreed to go to his home.
He told me there was something he needed to show me, but he seemed nervous as he said it.
Jack didn't get nervous often; it was cute.
But while he was nervous to show me, I was nervous to know.
As much as I liked him, I didn't know a lot of things about him.
I didn't know about his family, where he came from.
He said they weren't important.
They are.
What you've been through, where you've been...it's important.
It's an explanation.
The reasoning behind yourself.
I wanted to know what was behind him.
I wanted to guess what was in front of him.
If I was in front of him.
He's like a book I've never read, because it's in a different language.
But it's not a language I've heard of. The language was lost long ago, and he'd have to act as my Rosetta Stone if I were to ever understand him.
...or something.
YOU ARE READING
They Told Me...
PoetryAlicia is not a normal girl. Though she looks like one, though she believes deep in her heart she might just be as normal as anyone else, she is not. Alicia is not a normal girl, but she does like coffee, and that's something, isn't it?
