Sparks, in the vocabulary of romantics, refer to that tingling feeling from an unknown place when you see a person. It is an instinct that you two have a lot in common or that you can have a relationship with that person. It is a far-fetched conclusion that he or she is your soulmate based on the reason that you feel something good just by looking at the person. Sometimes, I think of sparks in its literal meaning. You just see stars when you see a person.
Usually, sparks show at the first instance of seeing a person physically or face to face. For the romantic, it is an exciting phenomenon because the presence of sparks is usually the basis whether you will still communicate with that person or not.
The thing is, romantics are just in love with the idea of sparks. Sparks can manifest with anyone you meet or its just me looking for any semblance of similarity from a person who obviously is beyond my reach. While my thoughts are consumed by the idea of sparks, there is nothing actually happening in reality. I have my own version of events and somehow I am contented with it because it makes me happy.
In the past days, I have been trying to make fire from the rocks of my heart so I can see sparks. I made sparks that only I can see for a person who obviously is impossible to be with. It might be pathetic but I was happy. However, its becoming frustrating and I hate it when I start seeming to be desperate. I think it is time to cut connections with this guy. Besides, I cannot afford any distractions right now. You see, I am ending something which never even started. I am alone in this goodbye. Though I am happy I felt sparks.
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