Maybe it’s the music echoing in my ears.
But if I say yes,
then I would be lying.
Because my thoughts were stolen by love.
Lost in my thoughts,
riding my bike,
bringing fantasy into the real world.
A Disney movie.
Riding through the streets,
crossing bridges,
it feels like riding a horse
through fields and mountains.
This is simple.
It is only about how I felt in one moment—
a moment when I looked toward her place,
looked at the streets,
and rode down the bridge.
When I climbed another mountain,
I caught a glimpse of her house.
And suddenly,
it felt like my love lived
in a tall tree somewhere ahead.
On the left side of the road,
there were white roses.
On the right,
red roses.
And as I rode down the mountain,
it felt like I was falling
into those red roses.
A moment of a man in love.
And as I fell,
I realized—
I was holding
a little pink daisy for her.
A pink daisy,
passing through the red roses,
then through the white roses.
Until I reached the tree.
Climbing higher and higher,
carrying that little flower toward her.
A moment of surprise.
A moment that existed
only in my mind.
But for those few minutes,
it felt real.
It felt like love had turned
an ordinary road
into a world of its own.
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