Sunday, 8 April 2012
Rose red cheeks
The girl's cheeks took a rose red color and she could feel her lips getting warm from the things she was ready to say. She wanted to tell him that he was kind, that she had never met such I kind person before and that's the reason she had that impulse to tell him in the first place. She truly believed it even though she didn't know him for long. But long days and long nights passed with him and the time came when she was abandoned. Denying to accept what she said in the past was wrong she tried and she tried and she tried to get him to acknowledge her value. But what she had said was wrong and nothing could change that.
She cried. The first day she cried because she missed him. The second day she cried because he didn't miss her. The third day she cried because she was nothing without him. The fourth day she cried because he was fine without her. The fifth day she cried because she understood that the dreams they shared, her dreams that were taken from her without question, had vanished. The sixth day she cried because she was betrayed. The seventh because she had let her feelings mislead her. The eighth because she was told lies without telling any. The ninth because the world is cruel. The tenth because she was crying even though the world is so much crueler to many others. The eleventh because she was lying to herself that there was still hope. The twelfth because she was pathetic enough to still try for a lie. The thirteenth because she found happiness and she let it go. The fourteenth because she understood that what she thought as happiness was a fraud. The fourteenth because she had to buy tissues. The fifteenth because whatever she did she couldn't stop. The sixteenth because she was afraid she would start to hate him. The seventeenth because he didn't care, and he was having fun while she was rotting. The eighteenth because she was afraid she wouldn't achieve the leftovers of her goals. The nineteenth because he didn't keep his promises. The twentieth because he absorbed her lost self. The twenty-first because she accepted she wouldn't be with him any more. The twenty-second because she thought she would never have the same feelings again. The twenty-third because she didn't want to feel again those feelings not to get hurt again. The twenty-fourth because she got that even if she felt it again nobody would ever feel the same. The twenty-fifth because he didn't want to see her again even though he said otherwise. The twenty-sixth because she wasn't given another chance although another chance was given to someone who didn't deserve it. The twenty-seventh she cried because she wanted another chance. The twenty-eighth because she shouldn't have wanted and she shouldn't have even been the one to need a chance. The twenty-ninth because he made her feel as if she wasn't worth anything. The thirtieth she cried because he regretted their time together and he wished to be with another. The thirty-first she cried because she noticed one month had passed and nobody could tell her when her pain would ease. The thirty second day she cried because nobody helped her and more than anybody he wouldn't help her. All of these happened just for her to notice he was not a kind person. Not at all, not beautiful nor kind , at all.
She cried, although it was too late. The world she had built her logic, her common sense, her purpose of living was destroyed. But she was left
The thirty third day she cried, but she wasn't alone anymore.