Insecurities

Hola Amy!

I've come way long where you had left me understand the riddles on my own. You talked about practicality, life, goals and stuffs. I contradicted on love, emotions and about a world parallel to the one you live in. 'Parallel' because it can agree on what you say and believe but can never meet at a point.
After you went, I fell for a guy.
Tall, fair, tinge black mole on his left cheek, nerve impressions on arms, sparkling eyes and a heart with gold. Oh, how could I resist!
No infatuation. It was one whole of a pure thing. Yes, it was.
Gradually and figuratively it exceeded like my heels-high on a vodka shot. Things felt good, life felt better.

Like a turning point from no where, insecurities striked in.
Striked in his footsteps. Cold and noiseless, unlike the ones that used to happen in the college canteen. This time he had a saying like you Amy!
×He talked about practicality, life, goals and stuffs.
× I dreamt of prose & poetry.

× He talked straight looking into my eyes.
× I hid words underneath my shy.

× He sounded so much like your practical world, Amy.
× I still dreamt of life and tboughts.

I am parallel to him & you, Amy. He isn't right; I ain't wrong either.

I'll walk with life, relations & dreams.
Unlike the people around, who choose one thinking the other to be supplementary.

I ain't wrong, Amy.
Am I?