Under the shade of a tree
I see her staring at another boy who excels in looks,academic and sport all of which I lack"It's awfully funny how my feelings work for her, how she makes me smile, how she entraps me to the point of enduring the pain" I smiled sorrowfully while tightly gripping the wild flower that I picked fo her
The way she looks at him where ecstasy is present beneath those dark brown orb
That was what I always hoped for
That is the reason why I feel like living again in this cruel world
The reason why I feel like there is hope for me when I stare at the stars
But we're not meant to be, we're not meant to be together
She loves another and that wouldn't change but I still endured this excruciating Pain and decided to hold on
I still chose this sappy feelings
I tried everything, I tried avoiding her. But I know that avoidance wouldn't make me forget
And to my embarrassment i stood there frozen like a lion stalking it's prey
I studied her glistening eyes
She is happy and that is all I wanted
I wanted to treat her like a precious gem I wanted her to experience how it feels to be courted properly
I wanted to make her feel special everyday and in every possible way.
I wanted to express how much I live her everyday and lastly I want to sing for her every single minute even if it tires me to death
I'd dare
I'd do anything for her
But I know I couldn't we're nothing more than friends
And I'm just a brat who assumes, A third wheeler to their soon ti come romantic lovey dovey relationship
I felt warm liquid crawling on my cheeks but I didn't wipe it
I just let my emotions flow through me
I didn't care if it breaks my mask
The only thing I'm concerned now is will the boy hold her hands as if they're bride and groom or will he break her heart into million pieces
I smiled bitterly letting the wild flower fall to the ground
I hoped, I hoped for you to be mine but
You didn't chose me,
You chose him"The wound would heal,
But the scar would never fade, you have to learn to live with it"
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