When friendship begins, it begins with trust but mine began with such a silly joke. A joke which laid the foundation for such a strong friendship.
She had made me laugh so hard that tears were spilling from my eyes. Gleefully she comes, her presence so infectious, smiles lit up like bulb in dark place.
She was just like the sun, annoying and irritating but still brings life in all. She encounters a small moment, when she narrators that moment from her memory lane, it was fun. It really was.
I wonder how she does that. That thing of stealing smiles and that aura of happiness. I really wonder whether it is her true self or a façade to cover up the loss she had in her past.
Somewhere, somewhere she might have lost something precious and along with that maybe she lost herself. To make up to her lost parts of her true self, maybe it's all fake or maybe she's hiding her tears with fake and forced smiles. Maybe it's all a cover to close her real, insecure self.
But what I do know is, she is brightest and ineffable object ever placed on Earth. She is too good for this world of bad people. She is too sweet for this world of sour taste. I wonder if she knows that, maybe then she would blend in the crowd rather than being the radiating one.
What I really want to say to her is simple with a secret to decode.
❛ O my, O my dear lady, be brave with that smile of yours. There is a storm coming after this calm.
Your too good for any, but you to be mine, I'm lucky. ❜
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Playing With Fire
Short Story❝I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.❞ ―Oscar Wilde A place where broken hearts reside and stories behind them. . .
