~Appreciation~

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~I want him to look at me and realize my value. I want him to notice the faint smile I have on my lips when I look at the skies when I walk or when I'm in the car. I want him to notice the hidden messages in my various genres of music. I want him to notice my emotions through my eyes and my body language.

I want him to notice all these subtle yet beautiful things, these soft habits I have.

I want him to appreciate me.

Maybe he will, then he'll see that I'm different from the other girls he's heard about or has met. Maybe he will recognize my small habits, my unique features and my soft smiles. Maybe he won't see me as just an interesting girlfriend, maybe he'll see that I'm much more. 

Then I will believe in love...

The simple fact that we don't get appreciated enough, has made me believe that the concept of love at present is fake. Love no longer exists in this society.

At present, dating is a sick trend. Physical attraction is known as "Love". Text messages have become what we measure our love in. The number of selfies on social media with our significant other is what matters the most. Honesty is faked behind more lies. No one is real anymore, everybody is fake, to be accepted in society. Hence, the people we meet to "date" are just shells of what we desire and not the actual person.

So what happens?

A relationship doesn't last more than a month.  Even if it does, it doesn't survive more than 2 years, maximum.

Because materialism measures love nowadays. Looks define the individuals personality. The prettier the person, the better the personality apparently. The more you text, the closer you are. The less you argue, the stronger you become as a couple. The more selfies you two have together, the more stringer the couple, you know, famous couples are stronger too apparently.

Humanity really is going downhill. It's very sad.

Love used to be measured not through materials or objects, but by raw feelings.

Looks had nothing to do with personality. A person was beautiful depending on their inside personality. Not the outside body.

Communication was what made couples closer. Communication, understanding and meeting face to face whenever possible.

The more arguments you had, the stronger you become. With each argument, the more you learn about your partner. This helps in understanding their mindset and identifying whether he/she is truly your type. 

But that love, the true love which I believe in, doesn't exist at present. Simply because, that is the way society has grown. 

The day I find someone who wants to talk to me more than texting, who takes the time to understand me, through fun dates , fiery arguments or by appreciating and noticing the small habits I do, who wants to actually focus on growing a stable and proper relationship, I will believe in love. Till then, love is just a myth for me. It no longer exists in our shallow race. 

It's a really sad truth when you think about it.

I smiled softly as the pink skies blotted into the blue. Streaks of orange and yellow ran across, the evening star just starting to twinkle, I couldn't help but admire it alone as I waited for him to meet me. He said he would come soon.

Little did I know that  he had been watching me in a loving way for a few seconds already.

I felt a sudden shove on my back as his arms wrapped around me from the back, cuddling my waist he rested his chin in the crook of my neck. A back hug, my favourite.

I knew it was him and chuckled as I spotted his familiar face from the corner of my eye. My arms crossed over his arms as he started to sway slowly from side to side, making me sway along with him.

I chuckled.

"What are you doing? All of a sudden?"

"Appreciation hug" he whispered slowly as he kissed my cheek~

"Appreciation hug" he whispered slowly as he kissed my cheek~

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 25, 2018 ⏰

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