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The past
..is obviously present in my thoughts. Sometimes I wonder why he emailed me a smiley before he got married. He used his old email account with our anniversary date on it. Don't you hate it when you overthink like that? It's just a smiley forchrissake. This is silly. When will it stop.
The lie that’s gotten too big… is trying to swallow me up.
still the same mochi with bed head
Continuation
...Lucy (editable version)
[L]Lucy heaved a sigh. It was a long day and she has no patience with drama. Heather was blabbering about how this girl back bites this girl and how she’s this girl’s friend but she thinks the other girl is right and so on. “Leave them alone, they’ll figure it out on their own.” She replied. Heather won’t stop. Once she gets so caught up in gossip, it’ll be nonstop; unless. Hey Heather, how are you and Marv by the way? She rolled her eyes. “Oh please.” She turned the radio on and faced the car window.
[J]“Marv!” I barely heard Heather calling me. I don’t know why people are being irrelevant of what they’re doing, but who cares? All I care about is this blonde girl as simple as she is, as calm as the water in the river flowing from the mountains to the sea. Her name I guess is Lucy.
[L]It was a Wednesday morning and Heather and I were on our way to Calculus when we saw him, “Marv! Wait up!” she called. He walked like he doesn’t care who is calling, but seemed to decide against it and looked back. He was wearing a blue denim polo, khaki pants and chucks with a brushed up blonde hair; I thought he couldn’t look any better. He waited for us to close the gap before he muttered a lazy, “Hey, Heather..” and glanced my way. “Let’s go to class together.” With her suddenly preoccupied with Marv, I decided to check my phone for messages. Nothing. Mom is probably busy with our Vinyl store. I looked up and caught Marv looking at me. I wonder why.
As we trod our way through the empty chairs, I got a bit panicky on where to sit. Heather would probably want to sit with Marv. “Lucy, here!” Heather excitedly pointed an empty seat in front of her and Marv. I sat and opened a book to pass time.
Heather is talking about how this movie, The Avengers, looked so interesting. She segued on how she wanted to watch but Lucy can’t and that she’ll treat me if I go . “Pretty please with a cherry on top? PLEASEEEEE” she whined; drawing attention to us. I acquiesced; only to stop embarrassing ourselves. She can’t help it and I don’t like to be in the spotlight. I know she’s had a crush on me since 12th grade. All those anon letters that was clearly from her. I laugh at the memory of it.
She’s upgraded her level of crazy, I thought. Poor guy looking so rigid. If he can only run and skip class he would. I passed out a snicker.
“Why are you laughing?” Heather asked. “Oh, I was in the funny part of the book.” I remarked. Then she remembered what should have happened in the first place. Introductions.
Lucy, you remember the guy I was talking about from my 12th grade? It’s him. Marvin Gale, this is my childhood friend Lucy.
He offered his hand while I looked at it then at him. Hi, Lucy, I said, while keeping eye contact: and we both shake hands and smiled. I always thought intros are a little awkward, but he seems to be interesting enough to know so it’s worth the hassle. He’s really cute, I thought. (not that I can even voice it out loud.)
Finally, I know her name. Right after I parted ways with Heather, I looked her up on Facebook (Oh I know– so original!) I’d even go that low to know more about her. I sighed.
Facebook profile:
Lucy Greene
Age 20
Hometown: Arkansas
“scrolls down, clicks albums”
I lay in bed. I should see her again, I thought.
What a day. Mr. Dean just gave us more stuff to do. I just wanted to rest. Phew. I was waiting for a ride home when someone cleared his throat. It was Daniel. “What’s with the long face, beautiful?” He asked.
I had to make a quick decision if I should engage in this short conversation.
why so cute
Iconic.
jimins smile for anonymous
some signature Jimin things♡
hi^^
낌새 sign, vibe, hint, inkling
낌새를 채다/알아차리다 catch wind of, find out about
낌새를 알아내다 take a hint, sense something
낌새를 차리다 detect something odd/fishy
인과응보 karma’s a bitch (someone got what they deserve)
말 돌리다 avoid a question/talk in circles
거슬리다 disturbing, irritating, offensive
귀에 거슬리다 harsh on the ear
신경에 거슬리다 gets on one’s nerves
거슬리게 하다 to offend someone
ㄹ처지가 없다 to be in no position to ~ (bcuz it would be hypocritical)
...Lucy (editable version)
Lucy heaved a sigh. It was a long day and she has no patience with drama. Heather was blabbering about how this girl back bites this girl and how she’s this girl’s friend but she thinks the other girl is right and so on. “Leave them alone, they’ll figure it out on their own.” She replied. Heather won’t stop. Once she gets so caught up in gossip, it’ll be nonstop; unless. Hey Heather, how are you and Marv by the way? She rolled her eyes. “Oh please.” She turned the radio on and faced the car window.
“Marv!” I barely heard Heather calling me. I don’t know why people are being irrelevant of what they’re doing, but who cares? All I care about is this blonde girl as simple as she is, as calm as the water in the river flowing from the mountains to the sea. Her name I guess is Lucy.
It was a Wednesday morning and Heather and I were on our way to Calculus when we saw him, “Marv! Wait up!” she called. He walked like he doesn’t care who is calling, but seemed to decide against it and looked back. He was wearing a blue denim polo, khaki pants and chucks with a brushed up blonde hair; I thought he couldn’t look any better. He waited for us to close the gap before he muttered a lazy, “Hey, Heather..” and glanced my way. “Let’s go to class together.” With her suddenly preoccupied with Marv, I decided to check my phone for messages. Nothing. Mom is probably busy with our Vinyl store. I looked up and caught Marv looking at me. I wonder why.
As we trod our way through the empty chairs, I got a bit panicky on where to sit. Heather would probably want to sit with Marv. “Lucy, here!” Heather excitedly pointed an empty seat in front of her and Marv. I sat and opened a book to pass time.
Heather is talking about how this movie, The Avengers, looked so interesting. She segued on how she wanted to watch but Lucy can’t and that she’ll treat me if I go . “Pretty please with a cherry on top? PLEASEEEEE” she whined; drawing attention to us. I acquiesced; only to stop embarrassing ourselves. She can’t help it and I don’t like to be in the spotlight. I know she’s had a crush on me since 12th grade. All those anon letters that was clearly from her. I laugh at the memory of it.
She’s upgraded her level of crazy, I thought. Poor guy looking so rigid. If he can only run and skip class he would. I passed out a snicker.
“Why are you laughing?” Heather asked. “Oh, I was in the funny part of the book.” I remarked. Then she remembered what should have happened in the first place. Introductions.
Lucy, you remember the guy I was talking about from my 12th grade? It’s him. Marvin Gale, this is my childhood friend Lucy.
He offered his hand while I looked at it then at him. Hi, Lucy, I said, while keeping eye contact: and we both shake hands and smiled. I always thought intros are a little awkward, but he seems to be interesting enough to know so it’s worth the hassle. He’s really cute, I thought – not that I can even voice it out loud.
Finally, I know her name. Right after I parted ways with Heather, I looked her up on Facebook (Oh I know– so original!) I’d even go that low to know more about her. I sighed.
Facebook profile:
Lucy Greene
Age 20
Hometown: Arkansas
“scrolls down, clicks albums”
I lay in bed. I should see her again, I thought.
Someone write with me pls.
Looking
The aftermath of a broken relationship always leads me to analyzing and reanalyzing the final moments of it. There’s always a question of “whose fault it was or where had it started to wilt?” As time goes by, you read articles who answers those question. I tell myself, it could be either side’s fault, I mean – you cannot put the blame on the guy alone (or the girl) just because it didn’t work out. There are always two sides; in our case it’s three. (I laugh).
Sometimes I feel like I tell our story over and over again. People always push me to be in a relationship (like it’s that easy). Nowadays, I find life easy and smooth-going but people (who probably know better than me) think it’s time to settle down.
When I think about it, I always feel afraid of how it’s going to be like.
You know–waking up super early for the kids, pleasing your husband, knowing how to cook, probably work 2 to 3 jobs just to get by,pleasing your husband’s parents –and friends. I know marriage has a lot of ups and downs. It takes a strong stomach to go thru it all and probably needing the best partner for it.
That being said, I’m not interested in getting into relationships that I know will not last. I’m picky for a very good reason. I’d hate to waste time for the wrong one.
It has been more than 5 years since my last relationship. Now that he’s married, I still ask myself the same questions. Why do I ask the same questions even though I know the answer? Why do I always need to reassure myself thinking he won’t forget me and vice versa? I am not expecting anything but I keep thinking. I can’t even imagine myself with him. Regardless of how my thoughts contradict themselves. I am sure that our chapter will never be erased from my memory. The scent, songs and broken promises are forever engraved in my heart no matter how I wanted to be over with it.
I somewhat feel resigned. You know how it feels like the battle is already lost?
You have to think of a way–to have your own beginning. To live the life you’ve always dreamed of, but get lost on the way to it somehow.
There are so many what ifs.
Damn. This happened.
본보야지~
Damn Jin. xD
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