Wednesday, June 13, 2007

His Love Story (part 2: moving on)

by jcsm

A girl from the church has made him smile whenever they got the chance to meet. She was pretty and charming. He thought she was too beautiful for him and is afraid that when he tells her how he feels she might turn away. For she only wants that friendship. And for a year he has kept that friendship valued. There are moments that he would like to meet her up and have some private talks, but he is too shy and still confused. He do not have the courage and so that what makes him a weakling when it comes to courting or showing affection to girls. Negative taken against him. Precious time are so wasted. Eversince, he do not get girls that she likes, he haven't experience the joy of falling in love.

One day, he was taking a ride to go to his relative's house until he saw this "church girl" she once liked. The moment he saw her made his calm heart beats a little faster. She is more pretty than the last time he saw her. For months he has forgot how he felt for that girl and now in an instant it seems like its all getting back. It seems like the good old times. The difference was there's like a high invisible wall between them now, she is with someone, and that for a second made him a bit jealous and also made him feel weaker. The girl was happy but he's clueless of what this someone got to do with his friend. Then after that beautiful face he once admired had been viewed, she had gone. He did not want to follow her - and so back to where he sat, he travels his way to the place where he was supposed to go but unable to erase what he just saw. It was like running a race with a mind unfocused, flying out of the open air thinking of blank things but her face and what ifs, not realizing there is nowhere to go. Although his senses been blunt for a while after that incident, he just let things go and move on. He finds his way back to his home and there in his bed he rest for a while trying not to think of her and then he slept with a tear that gently fall in his eyes.

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