I remember the moment we met, our eyes clung to each other but I looked away. I didn’t exactly know what was in store for me, I was too young to know what it meant anyway. Yet after that day, a red string of fate seem to pull us together. We went out once, twice, thrice, I already loss count. So that was what it felt like to go on dates. It sends tons of butterflies somewhere inside me, especially when our lips meant. A sensation of overwhelming feelings, like everything falling into place, like a puzzle piece, like Cinderella’s glass shoes, like a perfect fairy tale.
One day, early on the day we were supposed to catch a movie, you cancelled on me saying you have an emergency. I understood, because that’s what you’re supposed to do in a relationship, right? But it didn’t stop there. The next schedule we had got postponed again to another time. You’re a busy person, I get it, and my naive little heart couldn’t feel any more than a tad bit of pain that somewhat stings. But you said, “I promise I’ll make it up to you, baby. No need to fret, it’s all part of everything, we both have our own lives.” I understand.
A few more months came, I heard from your friend you were seeing someone. A cousin, or a long lost friend, perhaps? I wanted to meet her, too. But you said, ” baby, you’re not someone she’s worth meeting.” Okay. I learned to give you my full trust, because that’s what’s needed to be done. It took a little effort to make myself feel more important than how I actually am, but it doesn’t matter, because I understand.
But that specific day I wanted to surprise you with breakfast, when I finally learned how to cook, specifically for you, it took a toll on me, you have no idea how much. Seeing you, with the girl I hope is not your cousin, your legs intertwined, your all covered in the new sheets I changed for us the other day. It all felt apart. My heart felt shattered. Like piercing me with bullets at full blown speed over and over. I hope you also taught me how to understand that situation, but you only said, “baby, I’m sorry.” I smiled, and left.
I ran and ran and when I no longer could, I was in the middle of somewhere I don’t recognize. I hear whispers, I felt a spark on my chest, I hear voices of worry, I hear the door, I hear a loud burst of tears of a voice that sounded familiar.. then it was pitch black.
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