We spend our whole lives just living, the same manner, same people, and life just passes by, and then, sometimes everything just stops for a moment, you freeze and can almost count your breath, batting of your eyelashes.
And that’s how I had felt the first time I saw him , no words or customary glances were exchanged , and yet I could feel my heart beating against my chest .
I admit it was a strange experience ,having never really fancied a person of flesh and blood but only those tucked in corners of my sweet smelling books , I felt my world had somehow melted , I almost hated him .
He slept with his mouth wide open , talked too much , and never seemed to lack female company , it annoyed me to a great extent ,I willed myself not to look at him or offer any sign of acquaintance .
But good things only last as long as they do, little by little my armor started breaking, I began to notice him more often. He did not help any further by appearing everywhere I went.Even his casual glance or query made me fly ,my toes would curl and it took every ounce of will not to show it .
I know for a fact that I am nothing that could live up to him , I am still an overgrown child who is clinging to her childish antiques cause she is quite afraid of future and he is a man .
Surprisingly I don't feel heartbroken either , I even feel grateful knowing that I am capable of such emotion , however I cannot bear being his friend .
As of now I am quite uncertain of my future, my passions , but I know one thing with conviction, I will never forget him, I will tuck him in my memory with care along with all the fictional men I have ever fancied and that is saying a lot in itself , wouldn't you say .
And that’s how I had felt the first time I saw him , no words or customary glances were exchanged , and yet I could feel my heart beating against my chest .
I admit it was a strange experience ,having never really fancied a person of flesh and blood but only those tucked in corners of my sweet smelling books , I felt my world had somehow melted , I almost hated him .
He slept with his mouth wide open , talked too much , and never seemed to lack female company , it annoyed me to a great extent ,I willed myself not to look at him or offer any sign of acquaintance .
But good things only last as long as they do, little by little my armor started breaking, I began to notice him more often. He did not help any further by appearing everywhere I went.Even his casual glance or query made me fly ,my toes would curl and it took every ounce of will not to show it .
I know for a fact that I am nothing that could live up to him , I am still an overgrown child who is clinging to her childish antiques cause she is quite afraid of future and he is a man .
Surprisingly I don't feel heartbroken either , I even feel grateful knowing that I am capable of such emotion , however I cannot bear being his friend .
As of now I am quite uncertain of my future, my passions , but I know one thing with conviction, I will never forget him, I will tuck him in my memory with care along with all the fictional men I have ever fancied and that is saying a lot in itself , wouldn't you say .
Wow. What a great story. More, please?
ReplyDeleteThank you , afraid thats it's a short piece though .:)
DeleteAh, the hopeless romantic. Hope she realizes love doesn't have to be hopeless. Enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteThank you Latonya :)
DeleteAh. How lovely, how heartbreaking. Your use of fly was wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThank you ::)
DeleteA lovely read.
ReplyDeleteThank you Yarnspinnerr .
Delete...with all the other fictional men. We do have a way of inventing others, whether on paper or not, don't we? I suppose lack of interaction assures they remain exactly who we wanted them to be. The title is perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you , yes we do invent them :)
DeleteIt is uncommon for one to recognize they aren't ready for those feelings. I like the line about how she will tuck him away in her memory with the other fictional men.
ReplyDeleteThank you Janna .
DeleteLovely! I really like the end, where you lump him with the fictional men. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Suzanne .
DeleteA strong piece of a hopeless romantic ... and a little desperate. He doesn't seem to a great catch.
ReplyDeleteThank you Bjorn .He might be it or might not be it ,She would never know .
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