The curtains wave furiously as the strong gush of wind hit her face. She was staring blankly at her gray colored wall again, her mind viciously travelling into another world.
She’s with the love of her life, under the blanket of stars as they witness the hundred flickering lights from the buildings. They lay together on the grass, his arms wrap around her. He kissed her softly on her forehead and hugged her tighther.
“You have my heart you know that right? Open it and you’ll see only yourself”
“Then I’ll gently close them and take care of you. You’re the only person that makes my heart melt…you stole my heart from the moment we first talked.”
“I love you.”
She gently closed her eyes and smiled.
“I love you too and I wanna wake up everyday saying that to you. I will love you till eternity.”
But then the eerie screeching sound of the car making a stop made her come back to her senses. A sudden gloom protruded her. She shook her head. Those sweet words, like the wind that gushed its way into her room is now gone…and what is just left are the residue feelings.
She can still remember the words that she said to him and how she felt while saying the words that broke two hearts. It felt as if while she was saying it, every word seared and stung as if someone was literally writing them in her own bear skin.
She wanted badly to cry now, but she fights it.
“I did the right thing.”
She knew damn well that if she continued the affair she’ll be more broke than she is today. She cared for him, loved him as far as she knows but his commitment to another girl, his reputation and his facade is so ambiguous that made it even harder. At some part she recalled, she found herself torn between believing all his heart melting words and the other laughing at his powerful ways of manipulating a girl’s heart. They created a relationship based on attraction, later on found compatibility and then the blurry thing, love. But she wants to believe that what they had was just fatal attraction rather than the austere word: love because they only hugged, kissed and held each other’s arms by words. Cyber relationship. Pathetic but it felt almost close to reality.
She let go of him. She let go of an incredible person, the only man she knew she can connect with, can make her happy and can make her heart beat like crazy, make her fall. But instead of falling in love, she is now falling somewhere between being depressed and oppressed. Her heart turned ice cold again and feels no emotion. She acted that way not because she didn’t care or treasure what they had but rather for the reason that she’s losing herself when they were together. She’s turning into someone that she never wanted to be: a love wrecker, a mistress. So even if she feels a tinge of regret, pain and longing for him, she knows that no matter what one thing will never be taken away from her: DIGNITY.
Regardless of the probability that he toyed her, she doesn’t care anymore. Because she let herself gave in and just feel everything. She still has a dozen of questions in her mind, questioning the validity of her feelings and his but she gave an odd smirk and said: “What the hell for?”.
It is all over. A story that has no beginning ended.
She’s with the love of her life, under the blanket of stars as they witness the hundred flickering lights from the buildings. They lay together on the grass, his arms wrap around her. He kissed her softly on her forehead and hugged her tighther.
“You have my heart you know that right? Open it and you’ll see only yourself”
“Then I’ll gently close them and take care of you. You’re the only person that makes my heart melt…you stole my heart from the moment we first talked.”
“I love you.”
She gently closed her eyes and smiled.
“I love you too and I wanna wake up everyday saying that to you. I will love you till eternity.”
But then the eerie screeching sound of the car making a stop made her come back to her senses. A sudden gloom protruded her. She shook her head. Those sweet words, like the wind that gushed its way into her room is now gone…and what is just left are the residue feelings.
She can still remember the words that she said to him and how she felt while saying the words that broke two hearts. It felt as if while she was saying it, every word seared and stung as if someone was literally writing them in her own bear skin.
She wanted badly to cry now, but she fights it.
“I did the right thing.”
She knew damn well that if she continued the affair she’ll be more broke than she is today. She cared for him, loved him as far as she knows but his commitment to another girl, his reputation and his facade is so ambiguous that made it even harder. At some part she recalled, she found herself torn between believing all his heart melting words and the other laughing at his powerful ways of manipulating a girl’s heart. They created a relationship based on attraction, later on found compatibility and then the blurry thing, love. But she wants to believe that what they had was just fatal attraction rather than the austere word: love because they only hugged, kissed and held each other’s arms by words. Cyber relationship. Pathetic but it felt almost close to reality.
She let go of him. She let go of an incredible person, the only man she knew she can connect with, can make her happy and can make her heart beat like crazy, make her fall. But instead of falling in love, she is now falling somewhere between being depressed and oppressed. Her heart turned ice cold again and feels no emotion. She acted that way not because she didn’t care or treasure what they had but rather for the reason that she’s losing herself when they were together. She’s turning into someone that she never wanted to be: a love wrecker, a mistress. So even if she feels a tinge of regret, pain and longing for him, she knows that no matter what one thing will never be taken away from her: DIGNITY.
Regardless of the probability that he toyed her, she doesn’t care anymore. Because she let herself gave in and just feel everything. She still has a dozen of questions in her mind, questioning the validity of her feelings and his but she gave an odd smirk and said: “What the hell for?”.
It is all over. A story that has no beginning ended.
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