"Denial," They Said

"We're just lovers," they said

"We're just lovers," they said.

It had been three years since they said," We're just friends."

When he lost all hope of finding love. When he thought of giving up before even trying. When he thought his world was coming to an end.

When she thought she was just a girl who loves reading. When she thought she was the only girl who hated shopping and pink. When she thought the world was like a hopeless opus.

It had been a year since they said," We're just best friends."

A year.

It took the both of them a whole year to add the word best before friends.

When he grew tired of feeling all those despised emotions. Tired of all the anger, the pain and the fear... Especially the fear. That was what he dreaded the most.

The fear of losing her forever.

He gathered his courage and finally wrote that one letter that sealed his fate. A letter more than just words sprawled across the white surface. Words that contains more than its literal meaning present.

It was words that he wholeheartedly jotted down into neat cursive letters. It was more than the cursive letters. It was the emotions and feelings he let flowed out.

When she could bear the pain no more. When she was at her breaking point, she realized that she could not think of him no more. He was like a piece of her soul now; an attachment with its consequences.

An addiction.

He was the anchor to her life. He was the reason she decided to not give up on this life of hers. He was the light to her dark life, the winged angel that rescued her from the agony flames of hell.

She desperately wanted to forget him, she really did. But everything turned twofold against her. She would scream into her pillow thinking, 'Why is life unfair?!'

She would throw all her hatred and vexation at the poor pillow. She would scream and scream until the neighbors would peek out the window thinking,' Is this girl mental?'

Maybe.

Maybe the distance is finally taking its toll on her. Maybe she was right all along when this world was like a symphony never meant to harmonize.

Then the fated letter came.

It was not just a letter to her. It was her saving grace. A letter filled with raw and pure emotions, an emotion so pure that it could only have been an angel's. Her only object to cling onto this life of hers.

There was someone in this hopeless world who wants to love her. Maybe this life was not so hopeless after all.

"We're just lovers," they said.

He was just a boy who wanted to fix her.

She was just a girl who wanted to feel loved.

Two complete opposites attracting each other. One from a world of being loved and the other of being unloved. Like two opposite magnets, they attract.

He thought how it was a serendipity of encountering such a broken but pure soul. A pure soul that might have strayed off the path of goodness onto the disastrous path billions walked on.

He knew he HAD to save her. He HAD to fix her world. He HAD to create a sanctuary to where she could return to.

She recalled how she wanted to rid this life. The pain of breathing hurts so much it might have numbed all her sensory neurons. She was glad she thought over.

Or she might have never experience this incredible feeling.

A feeling so good she can't compare. Not even the time she snuck her father's beaten MP3 into her room or the time her mother gave her a birthday cake.

This was more than simple gestures. This was simple gestures with emotion and meaning. The way he does things for her was not like how her parents did, cold and dry. This was warm and welcoming.

She would wake up every morning dreaming about what his next words would be. His words were the light of her life. They were the candles in complete darkness.

This was the time for each of them to take a new step in life. Flip over a new page in their notebook and start writing on a new fresh blank page.

Maybe this time, both their stories could be perfect.