He was not what I wanted him to be, he was just a soulless beautiful vessel. All he had been was a beautiful face with no brains, asshole could have been his middle name. But it was my mistake to fall for the cover without checking the inside ingredients of his personality. It was my fault to judge a book by only its cover, sometimes I ponder over this dilemma of mine, whether he is brainless or am I? After all, he didn't make the silly mistake as I did, he didn't fall for the vessel, I did. But why was I so blind, when all the signs were in front of me, even though he behaved badly with me, why did I fall for him even more? Asking myself always,"Why do I want something that isn't even mine from the start?" like, a silly person and annoying my friend with it too. Did I make a fool out of myself for so many years? Trying to get just one glance from him, just one glance in the morning to see whether he was fine or not. Was I the fool for worrying about whether he will be able to fulfil his dream or not? Yes, I was and yes I am still for having him still in my mind and in my heart, for still worrying about him and still caring for him or is it what my friend tells me? I have no idea, honestly. "I want to move on but how?" is what my mind asks me then it proceeds on to lecture,"How will you move on? When all you do is see his images on the computer! All you talk is about him! Then how? When you, yourself are not ready to move on, how do you expect your heart to." It has been more than two months since I graduated, since I last saw him but still all I do is worry about him, talk about him. Did I make a huge mistake by not announcing my love for him? Or did I do the right thing because of our age difference?
---------------------------------------
Author note- I hope people haven't given up on me by now because I hardly see any ghost readers and I feel so lonely and unloved ☹️ (yes I am trying the emotional blackmail thing), anyway this story was inspired by or is the life story of my friend and she once told me to write her story so I did a sample writing kind of thing, so enjoy and keep reading! ☺️ (does anyone even reads this author note I wonder)
YOU ARE READING
The compilation of utter randomness
RandomAs the title says, this is the compilation of utter randomness, random stories of different people, not written by them though but as a vivid observer, I see it as my duty to deliver those experiences that are being shared with me by people into the...
