~~~~~~~~IMMATURED FOOLS~~~~~~~
Fools. Oh, what fools we are. The kind of fools that believes everything lasts forever. But aren't we too young? Aren't we too naive? 17 years and two months on this planet yet nobody told us how to love ourselves first. The blunder we committed by loving other people when we couldn't even love ourselves.
Remember the time when you made me a hand made card? The one's that said happy New year. And the one chubby teddybear you drew me in kindergarten . You always told me how you don't know how to draw. How you told me everytime "it's your thing". Yet you took up the courage to do it with all your faulty artistic squeaks. Yet I saw nothing faulty, I saw nothing artistic. All I saw was love. And to this day your love is all I see.
I remember the time you fell in love. I remember the time you went to meet your 'short' boyfriend. I remember your first day, your second date, your fifth and your 20th date like I lived through them myself! I did, I really did live through them. I lived it, the way you told me how he walks and how his hair glistens under the Sun. I lived it , the way you told me how the spring air blew away the unfamiliarity between you two. I remember living through it all. I remember your , "Oh, we're just friends. We don't have any feelings for each other. We are in a relationship just out of convenience. " to " Oh my goodness, I've fallen for him". I remember the way he looked at you everytime you laughed at his jokes. I remember the way he made love to you.
And I remember the day he walked away breaking all the ties. It's sharp edges left behind, cut through my soul carving my heart out of my body. I remember the way he threw out the words at your face, "You're way too immatured for me. You're not everything I want in a girlfriend. I think we should take a break". Yet i felt the stabbing pain on my face, like it was my own. Dear best friend, it was my own. Like that blue t-shirt of yours that I wear everytime I go to your house like it's my own. Like the Wi-Fi of mine, auto-connecting with your phone everytime like it's your own. Like those numerous biology diagrams I drew on your project file like it was my own. Like those memes we sent each other all the time. Like those bickerings and snickerings
"Tui chagol",
"Ar tui pagol"
of ours all the time. What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours, bestfriend. Because you're not the only one crying yourself to sleep every night. It's the two of us that are!
Yes, we are the most immatured people on the face of this planet, eh? But you know what? I'd take immature over mature in a blink of an eye. I know we are fools, we are naive, we are dumb! But atleast we have hearts, the size of the universe.
Us, simple, foolish, unwise, we love with our hearts.
Them, complicated, clever, smart and wise , those who 'love' with their brains!
Oh, such fools we are! Such fools we are!
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