Just Love Me Again ~HyunZy Story

Chapter 30: If You See Him, If You See Her

Chapter 30: If You See Him, If You See Her

A/N: As promised, this will have two POV’s. Yes, you’ll get to hear Ken’s side after George’s!  Listen to the video on the right side. It’s a rendition of Lady Antebellum to If You See Him, If You See Her. What a great song. Sappy yet hopeful. The italicized sentences are song lyrics, K?

 

George’s POV

Two weeks after breaking it off with Ken, I can’t still get him out of my mind. My mind always conjures images of him—especially our moments together as a happy couple. Supposedly, I have to be in the moving on stage right now, but my mind has other plans. I can’t seem to move past that.

I have no idea how to get over Ken. Or maybe, I wasn’t ready get over him. But why? Was it because I still love him? Or was it because I was hoping he would go after me, begged me to hear him out once again?

But you won’t let him. You never let him.

Yes, I’ve been practically away from home. I ran off like a coward would do. I stayed away from places I knew Ken would look for to corner me and have that ‘talk’. Ira helped me out in the first week but I’ve realized that I’ve bugged her enough so I decided to stay at Kate’s.

Kate practically ushered me in her house and comforted me. She even filed a sick leave for me. Again. I knew what I’m doing was unhealthy that even my professional life was at stake. But I can’t seem to get myself to work properly. I lost focus. I lost my anchor to go sailing—dodging the currents and waves of water. Maybe that’s what Ken was to my life-my anchor.

Too bad that I gave him that power over me, and now that he’s gone, I have nowhere else to go.

 

If you see him, tell him I wish him well

Though I’ve said hurtful words at Ken two weeks ago, my feelings for him never changed. Even though I’ve thought ill things for him due to my anger and spite, I still care for him. And I’m wishing him well. I still want him to be happy despite what he did to me. I know it may sound weird, but I want him to be happy wherever or whoever he was with now.

Maybe that’s what you can do to someone you have loved so much despite the pain they’ve put you through, you’d still want them be happy. Even if you’re the one who’s miserable and broken. I might not see him now, but I wish him so well.

How am I doin'?

Well, sometimes it's hard to tell

And I began to wonder if he also thinks of me the way I’ve thought about him for weeks. Does he ever wondered, just once or twice, how am I? I wanted to know. Badly. However, it’s obviously impossible.

“George, you haven’t cried in an hour. And I’m happy that you’re recovering from the break up.” Kate’s hand squeezed my hands and gave me a reassuring smile. I can’t smile back.

I still miss you more than ever

But please don't say a word

If you see him, oh, if you see him

Something’s missing in my life. And I can’t smile without it. Love. I lost the one I love. And I missed him. Oh how I missed Ken. No matter how much I want to see him and hug him right now, I can’t. We’re over. We’re through. And I was the one who ended things in a grave way.

“I missed him. I miss him.” I mumbled as tears spilled from eyes. My hands stilled, never wanting to wipe the tears off.

Kate nodded in understanding and a sad smile crept up on her face. She never hugged me or said any comforting words.