** This story is base on The Unkown Artist’s work “I’ll Be Here” **
Auspice
by: defininghappiness
A roar of laughter filled the room as Josh finished his mini-speech. Some were in tears while the others were brimming with pride and joy. It was a Tuesday, and we were having our farewell party at a restaurant nearby school. We just graduated last Friday. It was the day of goodbyes, the day of new beginnings.
That day marked the beginning of my recuperation from the apple of my eye after four years of hardships and inner struggles.
Josh cleared his throat and everyone in the hall stopped applauding and gave him their full attention. “But before I forget, I would like to share something I received last Valentines from an anonymous sender. I’ve always been curious about who gave me this. Who knows? Maybe I like her too. I’m gravely hoping it’s a ‘her’, and not… If you know what I mean.”
I looked at the floor and wiggled my toes as everyone broke into fits of laughter. He continued, “Here goes:
You were never mine from the start
But I worshipped you, offered my heart
I know I'm a fool for loving you
And that I'm stupid for hoping, too”
Wait a sec, is that–? Oh no, he didn’t! How could he –? Does he know? I frantically thought as I sipped a bit of orange juice to calm my nerves. His melodious voice filled the four corners of the place as he continued reading that embarrassing piece of trash in front of the entire batch.
“Silly wishes and crazy dreams
I try to avoid, I try to trim
Foolish poetry and naive imaginations
Dreaming in my haven, my obsession
You've become my life, what can I do?
I'll love you even if you make me blue
I know I'm dumb for doing this
But I can't help it, I'm your missing piece
This is real and bizarre
The love of my life, my man, you are
You'll love me and realize the truth
That you’re meant for me and I'm for you”
While everyone listened intently to him, I massaged the temples of my head, wishing it would relieve even just a bit of the distress I feel.
“But they're all just part of my stupid illusion
Deceitful events of my creation
Why does it take too long for my heart to realize
These thoughts are wrong, just a body of lies?
