TALES OF A SURVIVOR// UNDER EDITING

PART ONE||v

Dear best friend,

I remember when it used to be all fun and games. It used to be just us. I sometimes long for that moment; a little taste for what could have been. My next words will be bitter, I know but they have to be said.

You never knew who he was, or what he wanted, until one day, your sisters took you away separately to tell you that he liked you. That he loved you. You came to me with girlish nervousness and told me all about it. I was happy for you, but I told you to be careful. Those words never entered your ears.

You were accompanied by your sisters to the third floor: the lovers' spot in the school. He with great difficulty, proposed to you, and you stood speechless, to nervous and too scared to utter a word. He was after all, two years older than you, and a brother until that day.

You came down with excited eyes and a beaming smile. You said that you were too nervous to accept his proposal. I told you to make your decision after a bit of thought. Those words, yet again, fell on deaf ears.

It happened during exam week, and I could see the aftermath on your papers. You didn't care.

You pushed away just so that you could be with him alone; all the friendship we had shared thrown out the window. You only kept me informed with small bits of information-a small courtesy.

Your time alone with him passed in your silence, as you stood too dazed to even speak. It went on until he was done with it. He was done with you. That day, he had asked you for a kiss, and you refused. The meetings stopped. I watched as you came down crying. I watched as he kicked you out of his life, just to see what you would do, even though I knew the answer.

You still hung on to him like a hungry puppy.

You every breath and being was for him. All that you spoke was about him. You had wanted to become a collector before, but now you were ready to leave it all behind, just to be with him. To you, marrying him at twenty-three and having his kids seemed perfect.

The days passed on, and you waited with hope in your heart. You waited for him to return.

He never did.

Then he said that he didn't want you anymore. He wanted to break up. You cried again. This time, the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't know how to comfort you. I just wanted you to be happy, and to forget him and move on. You didn't. I stopped trying.

You found out that one of your friends had introduced him to one of her friends. He had fallen for her. You were furious. You said that you hated her. Did you really?

I always saw you being so friendly to her that I never would have guessed. You weren't telling me things anymore, but I had stopped caring a long time ago. It stopped hurting.

It didn't matter in which direction your story ended. You ceased to be the person that you were, the person that I thought you were. You and I both left the school. You told me to keep in touch, but you never even replied to my messages.

I wonder if I ever knew you.

I just hope that no one has to ever go through what you put me through. It pains far more than you realize.

All the best.

Goodbye,
Someone I don't think you remember.