My heart wasn't feeling at ease, again.
I had trouble sleeping, again.
Which left me with nothing to do but think.
What if your friend was wrong?
What if you weren't alright?
Thinking was a must none the less.
But it was never good for me.
It doubled my sadness most of the time and I felt poisened.
To others it seemed like a plus, a superiority, something to brag about and be proud of, after all it was given to humans only.
To me it seemed overrated,
a prison, that took away not only your freedom but also your delight and satisfaction.
And I thought about my dull life.
How empty it was.
I thought about my current situation and I couldn't find but a lone word to describe myself weak.
That what I was.
That what I didn't want to be.
Weakness was never a word of pleasure to me.
I despised it more than anything.
And yet I couldn't deny the facts.
The fact that I was everything but strong.
The fact that I was sinking into my own sadness.
I never wanted this to happen.
But it did.
And now l had to deal with my own feelings.
I was worried about you.
I even missed your presence in my life which wasn't much considering that we only shared glances and nothing more.
So, I made a promise to myself to be happy and change my life for the better.
I thought at first that I should give up on you.
But now I think I should do the exact opposite.
I will start trying to get closer to you.
YOU ARE READING
Glances
Short Story'Let fate play its game and time conquer its slaves.' In which a girl shares her secret with the world. ------------------ My favorite drink is water A very special THANKS for the lovliest @lovelylahey- for the most amazing cover. #979 in ShortSt...
