Clear blue sky, no clouds, a regular monday morning, a typical summer wind, your messy hair swaying to it, a gently soaring sun to your east, like every other day of every other year. Plain faces, a subtle gleam in your eyes, and mine. Two introverts, devoid of a social life, boring to the world, holding hands on an abandoned terrace. Boring to the world, just like happiness. The world can never make-do, with just happiness. That's boring! But we can, you and I. Making our peace with boredom, finding a solace in each other's plain faces and subtly gleaming eyes. If happiness is boring, let's be boring together. Boring ever after!
