Lost Love

Chapter Eleven

The whole situation Leah was in yesterday made Talen and I laugh all night. Even if I didn't get any feedback about Brianna, I can hopefully trust Talen when he says she will be fine.

I ended up pulling out the picture we took when he was about to move to his new home, we were so young, so innocent compared to now. It made us think about how much things have changed since then.

We also talked about how lucky we are to have found each other that fast or about what it was like back in Australia. We both fell into a deep sleep near two in the morning.

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I woke up to the noise of some shattering, maybe plates, but also to two voices yelling. One male, Talen, and one female I didn't recognize. She seemed to be yelling about me being in his apartment, "What the hell is some random ass girl doing in your bed, Talen!? Because I don't think she accidentally ended up in the wrong apartment," her voice was weak, yet threatening at the same time, "You say you're coming back here from Australia, that you'll call me as soon as you take one step off that damn plane, but what do I get for waiting on you? You cheat on me with some ugly twat! Did you forget that I was even alive? Did you forget all about me?"

Woah, wait... Cheat? I'm not his girlfriend, and as far as I know, he didn't have a girlfriend. I heard Talen mumble something inaudible under his breath, "You never were my girlfriend, Claire. You just like to think you are when we never really went on a date, nor did I ever say I liked you, nor will I ever say that I like or love you. Because guess what? I don't, and I never will. I love someone else." He stared at the ground, a little annoyed, then back up at Claire "That so-called 'ugly twat' has a name and it's Terra, but don't you dare call her that because she is way more beautiful that you will ever be; she isn't bitchy or controlling, she let's me live my own life and you're only calling her that because you're jealous of her. Don't put someone else in misery because you can't bare to have anyone better than you."

I got out of bed, trying not to disrupt their little fight. Claire walks a little closer to me, pointing her index finger at me, "If it's her you're talking about then you're wrong."

I spoke for the first time all morning, "If I'm such a problem, I can leave." I immediately regret saying it as I saw Claire having a grin of success on her face. She kept her head high with her shoulders back telling me she's greedy. If she doesn't end up getting what she wants, it will pretty much be the end of me. I'm bound to give her some space, so I guess it's better if I leave whether I want to or not. " You went wrong somewhere, Talen... Just forget about me, okay?"

He seemed shocked. I ran to the room to put some actual clothes on and leave the chaos. He ran after me, "Terra, you can't go. I won't forget you, even if you ask me to. I won't let you be my lost love again."

"I'm sorry," I said as I was putting some clothes in a plastic bag, "this is all I can be, I'm just me. She's right though... I'm just not good enough for you, you can't change me even if you tried. So just give up on me because I know her worth is way more than mine and--" He pressed his lips against mine, interrupting my rant about how he really doesn't need some low girl, but I broke the kiss apart, "Talen, you want the best. I'm sorry, but that's clearly not me." I walked passed him, leaving the room with my stuff.

He might not think what I think, but that's because he doesn't see things in my point of view. He doesn't know how I think because our thoughts are based on values and past experiences... People may have similar thoughts as you and I, but do they really get interpreted the same way from different people? It's the same idea with the thoughts about yourself; You know what you've been through, you know all the lies you've said, but most of all, you know all the thoughts that have passed through your mind. How can someone simply know you without being you? You can be completely different than you really are, but it's your job to avoid being someone else other than yourself to actually get what you deserve... Nothing better, nothing less.