He wasn't interested in her, you could see that in his eyes.
He was bored, she was a convenient way to consume those long summer nights, that's how it started.
He was hunting for a graceful, simple, gorgeous woman but he couldn't find her so he settled for the clumsy, unreadable girl with conflicted ideas.
He never took her seriously, she was this joke he repeated so many times that it lost it's humor, until a point where nothing was funny anymore.


He woke up one day on a train, looked out the window and saw all those raw yellow crunchy leafs they reminded him of her, the girl with those raw ideas, crunchy jokes and fire in her words and suddenly it all made sense.
All those long walks where everything he said was contradictory with her thoughts; it was her, all along.
That girl with those uncommon thoughts.