They say that my life is normal; my life is good because
there is no drama, heartache, dreams, wishes, special people and a purpose. My
life is great because I don’t have to go through all the pain people suffer.
But maybe I don’t want a normal life. Maybe I want to feel the pain because
before or after the pain was a period of happiness too, I want that. Maybe my
life is not so great after all because it has nothing; it is pain, simple and
boring. Maybe I want thunder, rain, sunshine, snowfall and hurricanes. People
say I am lucky but I think they are lucky because something is happening to
them. Someone actually texts and calls them because they miss them or because
they just want to talk not because they have some work with you. Maybe I don’t
want the most interesting that happened to me yesterday to be about the tasty
food I ate. Maybe I just want to life rather than a good life, maybe I just
want to live and love, maybe I just want to start my story.
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Friday, 28 June 2013
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
He Wanted Her Know
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They were in middle of a field in the middle of nowhere. Golden coloured tall grass was swaying with the gentle wind. Her dark hair was also flowing with the wind, sometimes covering her face. She didn't know how beautiful she was, he thought. But she has to know, he wanted to let her know. He wanted her to know that she was the most beautiful person inside out he has ever known, she knew him and understood him in ways nobody could, he wanted to be with her all the time, she made him unimaginably happy, it physically hurt him to see her cry, he didn't know what she felt but he wanted her to know. He didn't know what she would say but he knows he won't be able to hold it on for long.
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She knew that she loved him, how can she not, she spent her every living moment thinking about him. But knew she knew that he didn't love her, not like she loved him. She was not the type of person he can love. She was not pretty enough, not funny enough. She knew that what she wanted from him, could never get that. So, she won't say anything because that right in the field in the middle of nowhere, even if she could have that much, she would be the happiest person alive. He made her happy and she wanted this happiness forever but she cannot have it so, she doesn't say anything trying to keep this happiness as long as possible.
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