“A couple of months ago I came to know a very special person. Let’s name her “SCARLET”. She was fun loving, caring, adorable… just the woman a typical guy would long to have the rest of his life… We started actually as nothing… She went to my station and just bugs me up a bit and then move to the other side and does the same. She was just so perky that she had as many friends as one may have –which happen to become my friends too. One thing that I should be thankful about… and I really am…
Moments with her seems like a never ending cycle of a cynical catastrophe in which a guy goes head over heels on a girl. Days where like hours spent with her and hours are minutes and minutes; seconds. Each second for me was just so important. Especially when she told me that she’d be leaving after a few days. Darn! WHO on Earth is crazy enough to take this cup and drink it? I guess only me…
She came and flew like a shooting star which shows itself and goes. The thought of her leaving the town for me was just too soon that I panicked and spent my days over just to be with her. I even dared to despise all the shame just to be with her. Me eating my own pride is not a new thing anymore… as usual. But, it is just like that. You suffer everything for the sake of Love and you don’t even care about suffering for it.
THE DEFINING MOMENT
She’s all set. She’ll be leaving in about 3 or 4 days which makes me feel really horrible. I don’t know but I just can’t imagine life without her. Even the thought of her leaving the town makes me feel so bad. The love that we’ve share and the moments that we’ve got used to plays a significant role within me –in which at first I thought I can’t ever live without. Sadness covered the whole melody of life. Gloominess covered every color that I can see.
SUFFERING THE PAIN
She’s gone and I know not when will my eyes see even a glimpse of her, or will I ever see her again? Will I ever hold the dearest hand that I’ve held for so long? Will I ever share laughs, thoughts, and dreams with her again? Questions linger in my head hurting me three times over.
Pain was staggering as I watch her tears flowing from her eyes while on a bus. In my thoughts I want to run into her and just give her a warm hug and a kiss and a goodbye… but that wasn’t happening. I was in the midst of reality and that it is absolutely not a thing that I have power or control on –this isn’t a movie either. I just don’t want to embarrass her, really.
My heart was gripped in pain in the agony of not having her here with me. But what can I do? It is something that I can’t control… something that I need to face with a brave heart. “But… there’s nothing really left, isn’t it?”I asked myself,”What’s the point of hiding your tears then?” So I burst into tears when no one was hearing me. I just realized its morning and I need to get up and stand amidst of what I’m feeling.
THE DEFINING TRUTH
It is not beyond my knowledge that she has a boyfriend back then. For me, that was okay. They may break up soon… it’s not a thing that I should worry about… and in fact, I don’t even know if I’m the right person for her. So, as long as she is not married or engaged? I will not let go. That’s what I was thinking.
Days pass by; we don’t really have good communication. I’ve got a phone and when she calls –she can’t hear me. Sometimes, we do connect with each other but a lot of times, all we have is a messy call. I even got into unlimited calling of some sort in which I think got her really agitated.
The thread was cut and I am not the one to put it back together. I am hurt deep down, swear! And I can’t stand no longer. To face her again, I may be able to do so… To love her again, I may be able to do so… but to act on this, I just can’t. I am no longer willing. My heart is damned more than several times and my strength are just so consumed by the pain it had cost me. I can’t.. I can’t… I am no longer willing…. I’m sorry…
NOTE: The author edited some parts of the post for the benefit of everybody. The author, perhaps, no longer wants to get into this matter again.
August 30, 2010
Categories: Young Love . . Author: j0shuacreed . Comments: 24 Comments