Wordplay

"If you don't mind, may I ask why me?"

Being asked who is an easy question. It's a piece of cake. Being asked when and where is hard for me. It's a tough nut to crack. But being asked why? It's a murder.

You see, I present my self to others as a jester or a court fool. I make others laugh by being THE dumb one. But in my personal opinion, I am a very smart guy. I am just lazy to think. But in that precise moment, in that exact time, I was not able to stop thinking. In my mind, there was babbling, discussing and debating. Me, my self and I did not have the slightest hint about the answer to that simple question.

My mind was in a state of chaos and the noise was overwhelming. But in all of that noise, there was silence. It was this sincere silence of wonder that made me realize that I was dreaming and at the same time awake.

"...because it was you? I'm not really sure but your presence is enough to make me happy."

That was all I could I could reply. Yeah, yeah! I know it's lame. I know it sucks. But don't blame me, it was her who made all my veins and nerves go haywire.

Maybe the way she talks. Maybe the way she smiles. Maybe the way she makes me smile. Maybe because she is fun. Maybe the way she says hi after she knocks and you opened the door. Maybe the mystery. Maybe the way she presents herself. Maybe the fact that she showed me care when I most needed it. Maybe I mistook that act for care. Maybe because she is the perfect mix of finesse and crazy. Maybe the way everything seems so special when it is from her. Or maybe because she was simply extraordinary.

"Smile! Everything gets a lot better after that." >=)