Sally, me.

A Story by Janesy

19.5.2009

I'll run away with Sally if i could. A day's get away, an escape. Yes far away from the hustle and bustle of city life. We'll build a tent along the sea side. Stare at the sea for hours and not utter a word. We'll just stare, stare and daze as we watch life pass us by.

Come afternoon, it'll rain heavily. But we won't seek shelter, not today. Instead, we'll let the rain trickle down our faces. Those salty raindrops, those sweet raindrops. Such pretty raindrops.

Here comes the sun. I'll take her by the hand. Together, we'll point at the clouds and cautiously trace out the silhouettes of all the animals we can find. Sally likes the giraffe best. So tall and graceful, so full of hope. My sentiments exactly.

This innocence is pure. This innocence is golden.

And Sally could forget my name. I'll forget her's. Embarrassed, we both would be. But that's okay, for it would only just be for today. The day where we let go of all things worldly, all things sad.

Today, we'll start everything from scratch and we'll head right back to basics. I'll teach her how to tie a knot if she'll show me how to smile for pictures. Then I'll sing her a song. Soft and out of tune. She'll laugh at me, funny, because I like laughing at myself too. And when night time comes, she'll read me a book. She'll mispronounce some words. But I won't correct her. I like her imperfect. She's closer to me that way.

Sally.
A friend in a friend.