Unspoken Pain and Hidden Scars

Little Miss Overthinker

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You ever had a chat with someone random and just feel alive, feel happy and free? That feeling that someone genuinely enjoys talking to you. And then you feel all bubbly and warm inside. It's a nice feeling, isn't it?

I would know, since it was happening to me right now.

So this is how it happened..............................

I met a friend yesterday, his name was George. We originally met at a family gathering. He was a family friend to my cousin and so we just clicked. We had a little chat at the event and we exchanged numbers. He loved my work and that was enough to make me like him (ps, I mean this in the most platonic way possible so don't get any ideas, hahaha). I later found that we lived in the same town but I never met him, until yesterday.

I smiled, remembering the smile he flashed at me when he had seen me. He waved and I waved back. But I was sort of in a hurry and so I had to leave after that, but I really didn't think we would end up talking for three hours straight. That had to be the longest I had talked to a friend on the phone before.

Immediately I got home and opened my WhatsApp on my phone, his text was all the way at the top, meaning he had texted me recently. I saw his name and I smiled.

The text read "Orange really is the new black". I think my heart jumped and ran back to position.

I mean obviously it was a movie reference but I was also wearing an orange dress yesterday so I smiled at his wit.

I replied his text and we started talking. I was enjoying the conversation so much; I didn't realize I hadn't eaten. Yeah, that's how bad it was.

In the last three hours, we had discussed our respective love lives, food preferences, personal aspirations and basically just nonsense. It was fun and I read the conversation over and over again. I loved how things were going. And the fact that he wasn't taking several minutes to reply made me more interested. I had totally forgotten my previous hunger and the fact that my parents would be returning soon and I hadn't finished my chores. I had practically turned into a 'mumu'.

Although it seemed like God wanted to put in a pause to my stupidity. George and I had been playing twenty questions. And I had asked my question.

"So what would you want in a partner?"

That was the text I sent before my mental breakdown.

George had read the message but he hadn't replied. I waited for a few minutes but still no reply. And he was very much still online. Why wasn't he replying anymore?

I waited for at least 10 minutes after that. But he still hadn't replied. Although, he was no longer online so that gave me a little bit of assurance.

'Maybe he just had to attend to something, nothing serious' I assured myself.

I dropped my phone and decided to turn off my data. I had a lot of work to do.

If George came online, at least he would have to wait for my reply too. I started on my chores while simultaneously eating my food, though it had gotten cold.

Fortunately, I was able to complete both before my parents got back. So I had no worries.

Good job God. What a way to get me back to my senses.

It was 9pm. I hadn't been on my phone since the 'George incident'. I was so busy with work and frankly, I didn't feel like going on my phone.

But now, I was free. I had eaten and I was alone in my room. It was a perfect time to talk to George.