My Love Story
I always thought of it as a fantasy, I mean I’ve watched family and friends talk about it but I just only laughed at them, seeing them as weird and funny. I never psyched my mind to experience anything like it. I thought I was so clumsy, so not understandable for other people I thought I never had my other half on this planet. So I lived my life just as a normal person always happy in the friend zone of my female friends while my other male friends were struggling and trying their possible best to get out that zone and be something better to the ladies. In a nutshell I was living in oblivion in the world of LOVE.
Then something strange happened, I can’t explain how it happened, it was so quick and fast and I didn’t even realize that I was falling so deep. My story is different from the first sight usual story. I found her rather annoying and much of a talkative. Everything about her was almost everything I disliked except for one thing, her beauty. That was the only thing that could make me stare at her for eternity. I usually wouldn’t care so much about a girl’s beauty but strangely I wanted to know more about this annoying girl and what lay beyond her beauty. After many normal encounters with this annoying girl it so happened that she touched my fingers, for the very first time. I felt something I never in my boring life felt before I mean it was like a jolt of electricity, a spark, whatever but it moved and my heart skipped a beat. From that moment on I wanted to talk to her every single day. Gradually, I fell so deeply in love, but ironically it felt so quick. I no more lived in that world of oblivion, I now understood my family and friends. It wasn’t a fantasy to me anymore, it became something I wish I found long ago.
In my eyes she was the most perfect creature I had ever met, her laughter, her smile, her eyes, her stature everything was just so perfect. Then I just let myself go and allowed every bit of me love her. I allowed something that I was so fragile on, carry me on and on and on. We were just the perfect couple, every thought of us made my heart smile. For that short period, I could say I was the happiest person ever.
The next moment I found myself ripping my heart out. The whole world seemed against me, I couldn’t find answers to the questions I asked myself. I was madly in love with her, but after what happened I became madly angry at myself for loving her, for believing that there was ever something like real love between two. I allowed my innocence take advantage of me, she hit me at my weakest point. She knew I was just a guy lost in love and needed to be supported instead she took advantage of me and broke my fragile heart, allowing me heal it on my own. I can’t say much. The only crime I committed was falling in love with her, and now I’m paying for that. But I’ve learned my lesson now, yes, love is still a fantasy. Welcome to my love story.