Four hours before 2020. Still in a bad mood but I had to hide my pain behind my smile because we were at the predefined family dinner at my grandparents' house. My family was having fun. Talking, laughing, playing board games.
I was sitting alone on the sofa watching TV and texting with my boyfriend. Both of us were so cold. You see, you can't change your mood in a few hours. You need time to heal. You need space.
And then you texted me.
You sent me a photo of your drink and the game you were playing with your family. You asked me how I was doing and if I needed anything. I felt so relieved that someone did care for me. I said: "Have fun and don't drink too much and don't worry about me, I'm fine" and of course I wasn't.
I was faking my smile to everyone, showing that I'm fine.
You were my latibule. My place of safety and comfort. You always found the way to help me escape from reality. I hate being so sensitive.
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"...3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!", screamed everyone.
My boyfriend didn't even want me to call him for a wish like last New Year's Eve. He wanted to sleep, he said.
You texted me. You wished me to have a happy new year and to accomplish all of my goals. I returned you back the wish. I really wanted you to succeed in everything. You deserved it.
Everyone went back playing. It was a cheerful moment you know. But my boyfriend who was begging me for a last chance, he didn't help me to find that feeling. Not even a little.
No one noticed me. No one had a clue what was going on inside me.
YOU ARE READING
Me and You
RomanceThinking of you. I don't know if you feel the same. I just want to write down what happened between us. Not a story with fantastic characters. Me and you, this is our (or mine?) story.
