I wish,I really wish I could not look at you…

Imagine sitting on a wooden chair in a wooden cottage and legs stretched out on the table. The glass lanterns sway away by the gentle breeze and the sound of distant stream of water dancing to the tunes of flute on a small narrow road makes it all seem worthwhile…The front view is splendid…And here I am smoking weed which is making circles as it goes up passing the sun kissed snow clad mountains and it melts my heart… Now I know why people have a longing for mountains… Once you are up there, there’s no going back to normal… A part of you will always belong there…That’s exactly what I feel when I look at you… That’s why its really difficult not to look at you, no matter how hard I try…I am sorry… really sorry…