• "What is it like to fly?" she asked him suddenly.
    "Huh? I don't know, why do you want to know?" he said, startled at this sudden change of subject.
    "You know, haven't you ever fantasized about spreading your wings and soaring up to the great stretch of blue? I sometimes wonder what's up there..." her voice trailed off dreamily.
    "I guess, but the aspect of it seems so odd, not logical."
    She smiled. Here he goes again, she thought, always having to be the 'logical' person, because I am not in his cluttered box of logic.
    "What is logic? A way of thinking. A useless little bit of thought. You think you're way of thinking is logical, and I think mine is."
    "You know, I sometimes don't get you."
    "You never get me, I never get you. Do we ever fully get anyone? How do I know that this is the real you right now?"
    "Why not try to be understandable for once? Why not try to make me get it? Why not try to defend your logic?"
    "I do not see the need, you have your own logic, and I have my own."
    Her eyes faded in and out of this world. She was doing it again, he knew, always daydreaming.
    "Hey, you there?"
    "Huh?" it was her turn to be surprised, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine, just thinking..."
    "What about?"
    "You wouldn't understand, it is in my logic."
    "Well, try me."
    "Fine. I was wondering if you could ever dream so hard that it would actually come true."
    "That's not logi-" he was cut off by her fierce gaze. "I meant to say, how could that happen?
    "Well, think about it, I have been dreaming something very, very hard lately, and I have been hoping it would come true." He suddenly noticed her growing closer. "Can you make it come true?"
    He wasn't sure how to respond. He looked at his shoelaces. Gray. Dirty. Missing a tip. He looked up to find her face inches away from his. He stared into her angular, yet beautiful, features. Then, suddenly, on impulse, he kissed her.

    And in that moment he understood her logic.