8th March 2006;
The day it all began; I woke up 10 years later thinking about it ,her, us. Whatever the reason she left me alone after saying I was her only.
"It's been 10 years since the day I first tried the feeling of love, I didn't think it would be that hard, I didn't think about all the problems, I didn't think about the heart-break, I didn't think that love makes us weak and foolish. Why am I thinking about it after 10 years ,I couldn't stop thinking about what happened 10 years earlier.
Maybe I should be living in another era where everything is just simple. Happiness is simple, sadness is simple, Love is simple. Maybe I need to put my legs on earth again and just ignore the fantasy of love, the stupid false hope that movies give us. Maybe I shouldn't have fallen in love.
Is it actually true love or just loving the idea of her? Is it true love or is it just the feeling I got whenever she was around? Is it true love or is it just a lie? Have I been lying to myself? Yes,I was.
Because there's no such thing as True love. It is just a stupid belief, a fake truth that we fool ourselves by thinking it actually exists." I thought as I got our of bed ,washed, ate my breakfast ,got dressed to go to my work -which I hate but I have to pay the bills- These suffocating thoughts that can't leave me the hell alone.I went on with my usual routine ,as I took my dose of coffee I read the boring news ,I don't know why I buy them actually but it's the trend to look like an adult I guess.
I took my keys and ran off to my office downtown. The job I hated most ,I've always dreamt of being an artist , I failed because she and her father saw that "drawing isn't going to pay the bills" as they said. So here I am ,a banker sitting behind the desk taking orders and if the boss mistakes I'm the one who should be punished ,I can't do anything from my own point of view because "This is a loss." THEY say. But I do earn a lot of money, 3800 do pay the silly bills.
I couldn't concentrate that day, the thought of her was taking over my mind ,my heart ,my lungs,my whole body. I was physically and mentally ill with the "Anne Wonderwall" disease. That was her name. The name that changed my whole life. It changed my personality, it made me do a lot of sins, it made me nervous ,fragile and dumb ,the name that made me schizophrenic.
YOU ARE READING
Wonderwall
RastgeleYou'll find yourself here. Wonderwall is everything you've ever been through. Wonderwall is everything you want to live, see and feel. Wonderwall is the place you've always dreamt about.