I didn't win her heart. I lost out to some guy back in her native country of Japan. He also just so happened to NOT be Japanese. Despite my surprise, I figured I shouldn't have been--I mean I' am Mexican. It should have been obvious to me that she didn't mind interracial relationships. To be honest, I was caught off guard by the revelation when she first told me, pathetic right? Anyways...She was home sick. She couldn't handle the U.S like we all could. The girl didn't want to keep her lover waiting and who was I to abandon a woman in need?
Age didn't matter to me in the end, and it still doesn't. It'll continue being unimportant for as long as I'd like it to. Arina Tenji needed to go home back to the people she belonged with. This is our crazy little story. Instead of writing and signing a testimonial that will be dictated by my lawyer, I'll write this down. It may cost me my freedom, but I think its a worthy opportunity cost: my freedom for her happiness. When I said I fell in love with her, I wasn't kidding you know. Did you think I was? For those curious folk, we met on a strip of convenience stores. For the sake of her privacy, I'm not revealing the intersections crossing those stores because her home is nearby. I think her family's going through more than enough scrutiny. Let's lighten those media lens, shall we?
I've had this horrible habit ever since I got my very first iPod: I would always immerse myself into my music and pay no attention to the outside world around me. Scary, right? How did I ever cross streets and traffic intersections? I'll never know. But surely you guys can see where this is going. You guessed it: I bumped right into her like the dreamy, distracted guy I' am. When I first landed my gaze on her, I figured I was still dreaming. There was no way in hell I could have bumped into such a pretty girl like her--it all had to be a dreary vision from the back of my imaginative brain.
She quickly glanced at me from the dirty tile floor she was sitting on. There I was, standing there in my tall 6'2'' stature, dumbly watching her with no idea what to do. That's when she quickly gave me an idea:
"Hey asshole, watch where the hell you're going!" I admit, I had a late reaction.
Age didn't matter to me in the end, and it still doesn't. It'll continue being unimportant for as long as I'd like it to. Arina Tenji needed to go home back to the people she belonged with. This is our crazy little story. Instead of writing and signing a testimonial that will be dictated by my lawyer, I'll write this down. It may cost me my freedom, but I think its a worthy opportunity cost: my freedom for her happiness. When I said I fell in love with her, I wasn't kidding you know. Did you think I was? For those curious folk, we met on a strip of convenience stores. For the sake of her privacy, I'm not revealing the intersections crossing those stores because her home is nearby. I think her family's going through more than enough scrutiny. Let's lighten those media lens, shall we?
I've had this horrible habit ever since I got my very first iPod: I would always immerse myself into my music and pay no attention to the outside world around me. Scary, right? How did I ever cross streets and traffic intersections? I'll never know. But surely you guys can see where this is going. You guessed it: I bumped right into her like the dreamy, distracted guy I' am. When I first landed my gaze on her, I figured I was still dreaming. There was no way in hell I could have bumped into such a pretty girl like her--it all had to be a dreary vision from the back of my imaginative brain.
She quickly glanced at me from the dirty tile floor she was sitting on. There I was, standing there in my tall 6'2'' stature, dumbly watching her with no idea what to do. That's when she quickly gave me an idea:
"Hey asshole, watch where the hell you're going!" I admit, I had a late reaction.
