eres ruso?

without an introduction or even so much as a hi she asked him a single question "eres ruso?". a silly question and a pretty face that plagued his mind for the days to come, a silly question and a pretty face to break the defensive barrier hes been ever so used to holding and guarding so dear. oh my, is this real? could the new feeling i harbor for her be real? against his better judgement he continued pursuing the pretty dame, hoping and wishing it might be true. but what if? what if im wrong, what if its just a silly hopeless feeling after all? is it "normal" to have such thoughts? he asked in his solace. si, claro que si SOY NORMAL! so very normal indeed.

but, what if im wrong? what if im just a fool with a crush he asked once more. he pushes such thoughts aside, and again in his solace he tells himself. atleast, atleast i know theres someone like me. a thought that made him smirk as he sat with a book and his luke warm coffee at his side, as he waits for the day for his pretty dame to come.

-un tio feo