Let us fall in love

The Girl

AFTER 8 YEARS
     

     Nirand Olsen's  P.O.V.

     It has been eight years since I have met her but not once in these many years did I see her. We had been together for almost the entire duration of time we had spent at Harvard's, that is almost 4 years.I've already spent 12 years of my life thinking and dreaming about her but it seems that she will never come back.It pains me a lot when I realize that she is never coming back to me and whenever this realization hits me I drown myself in alcohol. That is how I've survived these eight  years.
      It was my first year at Harvard's when I saw her. I was the popular dude at the university and she was the prettiest and the most sexiest nerd of the school. Now,when I call her a nerd I don't mean it in that way; she just got good grades. It was not as if she dressed in oversized sweaters and skirts or wore braces and a big, black and round spectacles and carried a bag full of thick books. She had brilliant blue eyes which could enchant everybody, her eyes itself showed the intelligence she was endowed with. She had a slightly bronzed skin which was as smooth and soft as satin, she had pink and pouty lips which of course I loved to kiss. She was always dressed in black or white or yellow shades and wore the most minimal amount of makeup or at times none at all. She was a Greek Goddess. And everybody in the university wanted to be with her. She could charm anybody at  any time.
And she was the sweetest and along with that a very feisty girl. The first time I tried to flirt with her she slapped me while any other girl or I'd rather say every other girl used to melt around me. Her slap was a very tough one, it honestly hurt me a lot. Later I got to know that she was an international karate player.
    

       Shelby Wyatt's P.O.V.
   
    Why does this always have to happen with me? I never hurt anybody....but it seems to me that each time somebody is about to get hurt, it turns out that I'm the one who gets hurt. I had started to love him. Now I know why my mum and dad is always so paranoid about my security. They don't want me to get hurt, neither physically nor mentally. I've never been hurt physically but mentally I'm always in a state of great sorrow although I don't show it to my parents as they would overreact.
     When I think about Nirand the first thing that comes to my mind is that I still love him deeply and then when I remember that fateful day  I feel I could go and strangle him. But I don't understand why my heart breaks into a million pieces when I see a picture of him with a new girl every week in the magazines and newspapers. He is now very successful and this success shows that he never cared about me and love, he never loved me. I was the stupid girl who was madly in love with him I still do love him. It is just that I never show it out in the open. He saw me as his plaything, HE SAW ME AS HIS FUCKING PLAYTHING....NOTHING BUT HIS PLAYTHING. Unfortunately I was never able to see him for the devil he was. At times I still think that I have misunderstood him. I am that kind of girl who will even forgive her murderer.