It takes you 3 hours to choose a T-shirt, while I need 5 minutes and a good internet connection to move my whole existence on an island. You have 3 closets full of clothes, while my whole life fits in a suitcase and a laptop bag. And a bamboo plant. You keep a thousand things hiding in drawers; I throw away everything, except for what’s in my heart.
You’re undecided, and you change your mind seven billion times until you take a step, while I’m a madwoman who’s already halfway before the words come out of my mouth completely.
I would like to hate your indecision because your indecision gives birth to the madness in me, and the madness in me gives birth to the indecision in you. But instead of hating her, I love her, and it amuses me cause that’s how you know how to stop me for a while, just enough to stop running like a bewilder. Otherwise, your indecision gives me the freedom to choose – every time. And every time I choose you.
I would like to hate your tendency to keep everything, but instead of hating it, it amuses me because, although I have everything, I have nothing but a suitcase with clothes and a laptop. And a bamboo plant. And a full heart. But it’s a little hard to eat, even a salad, from a suitcase or a bamboo or a heart, no matter how full it is.
I’d like to hate the way you change your mind seven billion times until you get on a road, but instead of hating it, I love it because, in your uncertainty, I find the certainty and determination to keep the road straight. Until you get to me.
I have no idea how we found each other; I have no idea what force amused herself when she put us together. All I know is that there is finally silence in my head next to you and that as indecisive as you are and as crazy as I am, together we create an imperturbable lucidity.
