She, who I went after.
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"Could there really be that someone, that one special person...."
Foreword
"Do me a favor.."
Her voice went through my veins. Up to know, I still don't have a clue of what
she did to me, what her presence had done to my brain, and to every cell in my body.
I only knew, it felt like they exploded inside me. That kind of explosion that looks soft when slowing down its motion, like watching raindrops dissolve right after touching the ground, making slight soothing dropping sounds.
I gasped heavily, my lungs pressed against my ribs as I thought about how beautiful she was without even trying. Why. Of all people, it has to be her.
I never knew her, nor have I ever talked to her.
Yet, I came to believe, that she has changed my life.
"...leave me alone."
4 years passed.
"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?"
I hated crying. I hated the feeling of being alone with my feelings, being the only one who tried to keep believing but ended up having broken pieces of glass in my throat.
How can someone say a word with glass stuck in his throat?
I tried, whatever.
5 years went by.
I counted up, "...7,..8,..9."
Nine years. They passed so quickly. I didn't realize how long I haven't seen her the past few years.
That day, I wrote a letter.
"Dear girl. One day."
I know, people used to write thousand paragraphs, ten million hearts and add a box of chocolate. Still, I'm reserved when it came to expressing what I feel, yet I'm still a guy who just couldn't stop to like this girl.
Something told me to continue doing what I love because after all it'll show me where I need to go.
I didn't know where I was heading to but it was quite alright.
7 years. I still love her.
I stood outside with a cup of coffee, ignoring the barking dogs next to me and waited for the bus to come.
The sun slowly disappeared and I never knew that this could have ever been one of the best things that happened to me.
Because it started to rain.
The busy guy I was, I had no umbrella. And no, this story isn't about the love that happened at a bus stop while it was raining. It is because of the rain and the love that has happened in the irony of it all.
Yes, I fell in love again, breathlessly.
3 weeks later. I say Goodbye.
The longest relationship I had 'till now. It was short for people who only sees one person. Long for those who keep being defensive about their own heart, because it's something we have to protect even if the people we love keep it - in the end it won't belong to anyone but you.
But hey, there will be always people who won't ever experience that, not even for an hour. How happy am I supposed to be then?
A couple of years went by.
My life. It has been quite a mess.
For a long time, I thought she remembered me, but she didn't.
I thought her name was that specific name of hers, it wasn't.
I really had thought, I'd knew her...
Suddenly the middle of a bridge, named "pride", broke down under my feet.
I was falling, not yet in hatred, no more in love.
This time, I touched the ground with my face first.
... it's been quite a while. You're still.
"Why did you leave me?"
My lips were dry. My mind was completely full of nothings.
Couldn't she tell? Should I have opened my mouth?
A large number of thoughts spread from my brain to my toe, to my head, to my finger, to my legs. The concept of me failing badly pushed itself more and more into the center of my body.
Her cold voice made me tremble. The blood rushed through my veins again and in spite of the difficulties to keep a clear mind, my head started to ache, my heart did either.
I hastily inhaled the bittersweet aftermath of it all, rushing through my nostrils as if the wind breeze rendered the sharp surface of oceans.
I exhaled. Letting the waves taking it's movement into the futurific space, the parallel universe, the back of my thoughts, my dreams.
The place where we could be. The area of no regrets and no pain, whether hatred nor jealousy would be essential.
Upon the greatest mountains and the deepest oceans, there will be us, lying under a cork tree, each others hairs and skins... and maybe we will be able to be friends, to keep our existence with both of our absence and to love each other no matter the reason not to.
It never happened and I started sliding the tip of my tongue along the lines of my bottom lip and looked at you, as cold as you did, as sweethearted as you never have done, "Kiss me."
She did.
After all this time, after all I have been through, I broke the kiss and moved on.
After all, time forgets and I'm able to love as much as I want to, as much as I need to, as much as I get the opportunity to, I will gladly take it.
You can never love too much, only experiencing less than you're supposed to.
The girl, she was not "the one" everybody's talking about and it was better like that and it made me grow into a mature man for the woman I love today.
Hey everybody, JStory here. I'm kind of back with a new idea I had over the last couple of months. I also decided to just let my ideas out, instead of keeping it all inside, only to try concentrating on one story. So, my EDT story is currently on Hiatus, but that never means I won't finish it. Also, plenty of other scripts that I already wrote and mentioned before are going to be posted when I feel it's good enough for you to read, just enjoy your life and someday it will up for you to fully consume it. kkk
Check out my other works if you're interested and stay healty peeps, it's getting colder~ ;)
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