2:02 AM Saturday, September 6, 2008
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Third Person Version.
It is not based on a true story but yes,
it is partly true and
I see it from a third person's angle.
Thank You. ((=
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She and he always met up.
It was so frequent that
she began to consider him a little more than a friend.
And before their friends knew it,
she was swallowed in this one obsession
she would soon come to regret ever getting obsessed over it.
He knew, oh yes, he did.
And he liked the feeling of being fancied.
And the more frequent she saw him,
the more beautiful his face seemed to her.
He, however, would not start a conversation,
wanted to be talked to first
and loved the feeling of being chased by someone.
That was when she realised
that he returned none of her ardour
each time they met.
She stopped meeting up with him,
evidently wanting to be asked out instead this time.
And now that they met no more,
his face has, it seemed to her,
lost its unnatural, flawless beauty
it once held in possession.
She refrained from calling him since then.
He never made to ask why,
and every time he walked past her,
there was a knowing look in his eye,
daring her to approach him,
longing for her love,
and yet not her.
She went through a whole transformation overnight.
Giving him the cold shoulder,
she was unable to ignore the way
he unnessecarily treated her.
His abrasiveness reduced her to much tears then.
The silent fight soon evolved into some sort of enmity,
one which had been rooted too deeply,
seeing as a party had been terribly wounded.
She was sorry,
maybe he would hate her in the near future,
knowing that by then, however,
she won't be around to care anymore.
She was sorry she wasn't the kind of friend
he wished for.
Perhaps he had not known her well enough,
not enough to predict what she would do
or become then.
And he was sorry he ever befriended her.
She too was sorry.
Indeed they were both sorry
and willing to forgive the other.
Forgiven, wrongdoings cleared,
however,
they shall be two,
and not one.
That was where he was mistaken.
The love for a secret admirer,
and not a secret admirer itself,
was dominant in his once almighty, innocent heart.
Of course by then, she had left him full-heartedly.
And whom he shall lend for a doormat,
bless that very unfortunate girl.
God knows what will happen to
a man such as himself,
but I would only be banking on a bachelor's future.
xD
Frankly speaking,
I felt tempted to type this with no true or real purpose.
But yeah,
I am not, however,
directing this to anyone in particular
since I had only been a Third Person,
a witness.
Signing out,
Anisa Suraya
