I was practically on the verge of tears and Jess wouldn't hug me. Actually, he wasn't doing anything. I mean, sure, I'd told him that I was strong, that I could do anything, that I wouldn't cry, and that I would fight, but the way he took it so literal hurt me. When I said I was independent, I never thought that I'd be struggling with my feelings by myself; it meant that I was resilient at the sight of danger, trouble, problems and more, but not that I wanted to BE alone while doing so.
Remembering all of those moments gave me a lonely sentiment. I knew Jess loved me, but maybe I required someone with a more broad perspective of things, more perceptive, someone who was more observant, that paid attention to details without being asked to... someone more like myself.
It might sound selfish, yes, but I couldn't think of anything positive at the moment. I'd ran away a day before my wedding, so I was already imagining myself hearing Jess break up with me. I think... in spite of our great time together, perhaps we just wouldn't complement each other the way we were supposed to.
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Zeds
Random"Zeds" is the plural for the letter Z. We use z's to describe when someone is sleeping or dreaming, which is exactly when these stories emerged (or rather, ocurred) from my brain. Hence, this is a short anthology, if you might call it that way, of b...
