Fire

آری، آری ، زندگی زیباست زندگی آتشگهی دیرنده پا برجاست گر بیفروزیش، رقص شعله اش در هر کران پیداست ورنه، خاموش است وخاموشی گناه ماست سیاوش کسرایی / / / / / Life is like fire, can burns forever. If we turn it on we can see flame dances from far away, other wise its dark and thats our fault.

In the morning things were really nice, i was so energetic and happy and there were lots of things I wanted to write to my "dooste gerami" things that made so much sence specially when u get to some conclution and after that u listened to a philosophy lecture for an hour and half.

afternoon a firend of mine called who just came back from a trip when I visited him i was still energetic and happy and probably with lots of confidance ( i think i owe it to "dooste gerami") and i wouldn't care to hide my feeling. meanwhile i discover a secret, and he was very concern about it!. any way the conversation continued and after 2 hours talking he was like

" I'm afraid of ur eyes "
-----and I was like: "Am i that scary? "!!!!!!!!!!!

and then "kiss me plz" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"just one kiss"

I'm not exactly sure what takes things to this stage?
was it my hair and my make up? ( kelase kharaki bezarim! ;) ) or me being energetic happy and mean!
this was the same guy that almost a year ago, when we just met, i spend the whole night in his lab, studying, and that time all he did was offering me a cup of coffeee.

the funny thing was when he was sayign those things, i remembered my superviser told me he saw him chick to chick with one of the other girls. ( u know small comunity, things won't hide!)