***Fiction however real emotions
They leave.
They always do.
Whether they'd leave tomorrow or the next day, they leave. No one cares enough about me more than I do. Heck, I sometimes want to leave myself if I could. I always roam around life, with a lot of masks, a lot of faces. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don't even recognize myself. They all say I'm afraid of commitment. But I'm really not.
I'm just afraid of being left behind.
Sometimes they have a reason why they do it. They make up stories how we could never work out, or that they found someone else. They'd try to make me feel better, telling me how beautiful my hair is, or how smart I am.
The worst are those who don't explain. Everything is happy one day, and then suddenly they don't have the balls to tell you it's over. You just stare at your phone whole day, wishing it would make you alive all of the sudden. You throw your phone across the room when it's a spam text, or you don't answer your mother's calls because he might call.
But in the end you know, all of them will leave.
They always do.
Whether they'd leave tomorrow or the next day, they leave. No one cares enough about me more than I do. Heck, I sometimes want to leave myself if I could. I always roam around life, with a lot of masks, a lot of faces. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don't even recognize myself. They all say I'm afraid of commitment. But I'm really not.
I'm just afraid of being left behind.
Sometimes they have a reason why they do it. They make up stories how we could never work out, or that they found someone else. They'd try to make me feel better, telling me how beautiful my hair is, or how smart I am.
The worst are those who don't explain. Everything is happy one day, and then suddenly they don't have the balls to tell you it's over. You just stare at your phone whole day, wishing it would make you alive all of the sudden. You throw your phone across the room when it's a spam text, or you don't answer your mother's calls because he might call.But in the end you know, all of them will leave.
The entire theory had its base until,
“HE” came along.
At first I never wanted to believe he existed. But the more I pushed him away, the more he wanted to be with me. He made me believe in fairy tales, the once I puked over when I was a little kid. There was something different about him, they way he said my name, they way he held my hand, the way he kissed me. I found myself getting annoyed of his texts, and he texted me all the time.
"Aayat."
He'd text.
"I'm outside your window. Open up."
But I don't. I don't let anyone in anymore.
He'd just wait outside my window, sometimes all through the night. He'd always leave a rose on the window sill, and its fragrance would always be felt better in the morning.
But one day, everything went still, the roses at the window sill stopped.
The texts stopped.
And when I was yearning for him for some reason, I found myself sitting in front of a gravestone.
Left alone, once again all alone.
At first I never wanted to believe he existed. But the more I pushed him away, the more he wanted to be with me. He made me believe in fairy tales, the once I puked over when I was a little kid. There was something different about him, they way he said my name, they way he held my hand, the way he kissed me. I found myself getting annoyed of his texts, and he texted me all the time.
"Aayat."
He'd text.
"I'm outside your window. Open up."
But I don't. I don't let anyone in anymore.
He'd just wait outside my window, sometimes all through the night. He'd always leave a rose on the window sill, and its fragrance would always be felt better in the morning.
But one day, everything went still, the roses at the window sill stopped.
The texts stopped.
And when I was yearning for him for some reason, I found myself sitting in front of a gravestone.
Left alone, once again all alone.
PS: I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving no matter how hard I tried to hold. I was let down always
This was superrrbbb..:) :)
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