How can I hope to comprehend the meanderings of young minds?

I cannot say I know even my own, to be honest.

We walked side-by-side, but our eyes see differently.

So too are our ears different, just as our hearts feel more or less, I cannot say.

We were miles apart there, walking in unison on the same side of the street,

Silently drifting away on the purple-hued cusp of early evening.

The air was tinged with electric uncertainly, but it was not the unseasonal cold air which made us shiver.

I’m afraid that I have made you nervous, and I am sorry.

But it is those hazel eyes which cannot see mine.

And yet, perhaps it is I who cannot see. Perhaps it is I who cannot hear.

Perhaps it is I who cannot love.

It’s funny, the way life happens.

But humans are purely paradoxical, aren’t we?

The girl who has wanted Love for too long is too afraid to answer its call.

Echoes bounce off of mirrors.

And my mind whispers, open, open, open.

But my heart remains locked, and says not this one, not yet.

So here I am, with loneliness for company.

I’ll be dancing the waltz by myself for a while longer, until Love takes my hand for the first dance. That is, if I should be so lucky.