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“No! NO! You can’t do this to me…not now. You just can’t!”
Those were my thoughts, masked by a smiling face. I’ve never acted so well in my life. I literally couldn’t believe it. Was I in some sort of terrible nightmare? Maybe I’d wake up in a second, and she’d be saying yes. She’d be looking at me with those deep, gorgeous sea-green eyes, nodding enthusiastically. She’d be smiling. That smile that lit up my day, my week, my life.
But no. Instead, she looked at me with pity and sympathy. Maybe she was hiding it…but probably not. It wasn’t like her to hide things. She had absolutely no idea how I felt, and I’d been fooled into thinking she felt the same. She tried to comfort me, she apologised and laughed with me at the stupidity of the situation. This caused me even more pain, because I loved her for that.
“Please! Just leave me now!”
I felt humiliated, but not because of her. My younger cousin sat next to her. He was louder than me, more confident, but he’d looked up to me. I knew that. He followed me around, did what I did, and I did what he did. But at this point, I couldn’t even look up at him. He’d been the one who broke the news. The hope-quenching, heartbreaking news. How could he look up at me? I was a boy, no, not even that. A lovesick puppy. He was looking at me with pity too, I expect. Pity.
“We’re perfect together…how can you not see that?”
Just the sight of her made my heart rise. When we were both in love, I was riding the crest of a wave, and I couldn’t be brought down. No matter what the devil threw at me, I got through it, because of her. Friday night, going to spend the weekend at her place. And in addition, I loved her family too. Not in the same way of course, but still.
Her parents, her brother, her sister. I was good friends with all of them. Her sister was intelligent, we had the same sort of hopes in life. She was a couple of years older, so I could ask her for advice. Her brother was a year or so younger, much more confident than me. But this helped…his confidence brought out the best in me. Her parents were kind, they both liked me. I felt comfortable in their company.
I came to knew her through my Aunt and Uncle. They knew her parents, and we met when we were only babies. In fact, my relatives were their best friends. They never went a day without seeing each-other. And so, our relationship brought me closer to my family. My two younger cousins, as I’d said, looked up to me. On many nights they’d came over to her house, and the group of us enjoyed some great times. I should of felt out of place…after all, I wasn’t a member of either family. I was just a nephew. But they accepted me into their friendship, and I’d never felt better.
But we broke it off. Well, she did mainly, but I was okay with it. That was until I saw her again…the night I’m describing to you now. When she said no again, I knew it was over. It seemed to be against all the evidence I’d gathered from the past couple of days, but it was true. She didn’t love me.
“No…I don’t want to leave all this! I want it to carry on!”
But it can’t.
The end of an era. People will say it opened new doors for me, and maybe it will. Not at the moment though…I haven’t seen her for a while, but whenever I begin to forget the feelings, they come flying straight back in an explosion. It’s not as though I can ignore my family, right? I’ll get over her, and then we’ll end up going there again, just for a visit. BOOM! She’s there, and I’m that lovesick puppy again.
Maybe there’s still hope…you never know. Maybe she’ll realise one day that those brilliant experiences we’d had together, were more than just a friendship. Okay, so they were nothing special, only the odd kiss. But to me, they were the whole world.
Maybe I’m still in a dream now. Maybe in a moment I’ll wake up, and all I’ve gone through over the past year or so will be gone, and we’ll still be together, and I’ll still be living the best times of my life.
But I don’t dream these days.
Those were my thoughts, masked by a smiling face. I’ve never acted so well in my life. I literally couldn’t believe it. Was I in some sort of terrible nightmare? Maybe I’d wake up in a second, and she’d be saying yes. She’d be looking at me with those deep, gorgeous sea-green eyes, nodding enthusiastically. She’d be smiling. That smile that lit up my day, my week, my life.
But no. Instead, she looked at me with pity and sympathy. Maybe she was hiding it…but probably not. It wasn’t like her to hide things. She had absolutely no idea how I felt, and I’d been fooled into thinking she felt the same. She tried to comfort me, she apologised and laughed with me at the stupidity of the situation. This caused me even more pain, because I loved her for that.
“Please! Just leave me now!”
I felt humiliated, but not because of her. My younger cousin sat next to her. He was louder than me, more confident, but he’d looked up to me. I knew that. He followed me around, did what I did, and I did what he did. But at this point, I couldn’t even look up at him. He’d been the one who broke the news. The hope-quenching, heartbreaking news. How could he look up at me? I was a boy, no, not even that. A lovesick puppy. He was looking at me with pity too, I expect. Pity.
“We’re perfect together…how can you not see that?”
Just the sight of her made my heart rise. When we were both in love, I was riding the crest of a wave, and I couldn’t be brought down. No matter what the devil threw at me, I got through it, because of her. Friday night, going to spend the weekend at her place. And in addition, I loved her family too. Not in the same way of course, but still.
Her parents, her brother, her sister. I was good friends with all of them. Her sister was intelligent, we had the same sort of hopes in life. She was a couple of years older, so I could ask her for advice. Her brother was a year or so younger, much more confident than me. But this helped…his confidence brought out the best in me. Her parents were kind, they both liked me. I felt comfortable in their company.
I came to knew her through my Aunt and Uncle. They knew her parents, and we met when we were only babies. In fact, my relatives were their best friends. They never went a day without seeing each-other. And so, our relationship brought me closer to my family. My two younger cousins, as I’d said, looked up to me. On many nights they’d came over to her house, and the group of us enjoyed some great times. I should of felt out of place…after all, I wasn’t a member of either family. I was just a nephew. But they accepted me into their friendship, and I’d never felt better.
But we broke it off. Well, she did mainly, but I was okay with it. That was until I saw her again…the night I’m describing to you now. When she said no again, I knew it was over. It seemed to be against all the evidence I’d gathered from the past couple of days, but it was true. She didn’t love me.
“No…I don’t want to leave all this! I want it to carry on!”
But it can’t.
The end of an era. People will say it opened new doors for me, and maybe it will. Not at the moment though…I haven’t seen her for a while, but whenever I begin to forget the feelings, they come flying straight back in an explosion. It’s not as though I can ignore my family, right? I’ll get over her, and then we’ll end up going there again, just for a visit. BOOM! She’s there, and I’m that lovesick puppy again.
Maybe there’s still hope…you never know. Maybe she’ll realise one day that those brilliant experiences we’d had together, were more than just a friendship. Okay, so they were nothing special, only the odd kiss. But to me, they were the whole world.
Maybe I’m still in a dream now. Maybe in a moment I’ll wake up, and all I’ve gone through over the past year or so will be gone, and we’ll still be together, and I’ll still be living the best times of my life.
But I don’t dream these days.
Good. :0)
There's a very important part of our lives where we should be very, very lonely, and in that time, we should learn to cope with it. Because if you're in a relationship because you're lonely, then it's certainly not a real relationship. Two people can be lonely and needy. I think.
So, first, you have to come out as complete as you possibly can. Understand yourself, know yourself, and not *NEED* anything. Then, when you do find the relationship where you suddenly find that you really, really do need this person... not because they fill a gap that was being filled by drink, games, films, whatever... but because they add so much to you. Hmmm. Babbling.
There's a very important part of our lives where we should be very, very lonely, and in that time, we should learn to cope with it. Because if you're in a relationship because you're lonely, then it's certainly not a real relationship. Two people can be lonely and needy. I think.
So, first, you have to come out as complete as you possibly can. Understand yourself, know yourself, and not *NEED* anything. Then, when you do find the relationship where you suddenly find that you really, really do need this person... not because they fill a gap that was being filled by drink, games, films, whatever... but because they add so much to you. Hmmm. Babbling.
Dr Giblets wrote:
> Outstanding.
> *wipes tear from eye*
>
> I share your pain.
Whew, that's a relief. {:)
> Outstanding.
> *wipes tear from eye*
>
> I share your pain.
Whew, that's a relief. {:)
Outstanding.
*wipes tear from eye*
I share your pain.
*wipes tear from eye*
I share your pain.
Once again a great piece of writting. This Forum is filled with well written pieces of work and I like it, although some times there are to many sad ones. But anyway well done *takes hat off*
“No! NO! You can’t do this to me…not now. You just can’t!”
Those were my thoughts, masked by a smiling face. I’ve never acted so well in my life. I literally couldn’t believe it. Was I in some sort of terrible nightmare? Maybe I’d wake up in a second, and she’d be saying yes. She’d be looking at me with those deep, gorgeous sea-green eyes, nodding enthusiastically. She’d be smiling. That smile that lit up my day, my week, my life.
But no. Instead, she looked at me with pity and sympathy. Maybe she was hiding it…but probably not. It wasn’t like her to hide things. She had absolutely no idea how I felt, and I’d been fooled into thinking she felt the same. She tried to comfort me, she apologised and laughed with me at the stupidity of the situation. This caused me even more pain, because I loved her for that.
“Please! Just leave me now!”
I felt humiliated, but not because of her. My younger cousin sat next to her. He was louder than me, more confident, but he’d looked up to me. I knew that. He followed me around, did what I did, and I did what he did. But at this point, I couldn’t even look up at him. He’d been the one who broke the news. The hope-quenching, heartbreaking news. How could he look up at me? I was a boy, no, not even that. A lovesick puppy. He was looking at me with pity too, I expect. Pity.
“We’re perfect together…how can you not see that?”
Just the sight of her made my heart rise. When we were both in love, I was riding the crest of a wave, and I couldn’t be brought down. No matter what the devil threw at me, I got through it, because of her. Friday night, going to spend the weekend at her place. And in addition, I loved her family too. Not in the same way of course, but still.
Her parents, her brother, her sister. I was good friends with all of them. Her sister was intelligent, we had the same sort of hopes in life. She was a couple of years older, so I could ask her for advice. Her brother was a year or so younger, much more confident than me. But this helped…his confidence brought out the best in me. Her parents were kind, they both liked me. I felt comfortable in their company.
I came to knew her through my Aunt and Uncle. They knew her parents, and we met when we were only babies. In fact, my relatives were their best friends. They never went a day without seeing each-other. And so, our relationship brought me closer to my family. My two younger cousins, as I’d said, looked up to me. On many nights they’d came over to her house, and the group of us enjoyed some great times. I should of felt out of place…after all, I wasn’t a member of either family. I was just a nephew. But they accepted me into their friendship, and I’d never felt better.
But we broke it off. Well, she did mainly, but I was okay with it. That was until I saw her again…the night I’m describing to you now. When she said no again, I knew it was over. It seemed to be against all the evidence I’d gathered from the past couple of days, but it was true. She didn’t love me.
“No…I don’t want to leave all this! I want it to carry on!”
But it can’t.
The end of an era. People will say it opened new doors for me, and maybe it will. Not at the moment though…I haven’t seen her for a while, but whenever I begin to forget the feelings, they come flying straight back in an explosion. It’s not as though I can ignore my family, right? I’ll get over her, and then we’ll end up going there again, just for a visit. BOOM! She’s there, and I’m that lovesick puppy again.
Maybe there’s still hope…you never know. Maybe she’ll realise one day that those brilliant experiences we’d had together, were more than just a friendship. Okay, so they were nothing special, only the odd kiss. But to me, they were the whole world.
Maybe I’m still in a dream now. Maybe in a moment I’ll wake up, and all I’ve gone through over the past year or so will be gone, and we’ll still be together, and I’ll still be living the best times of my life.
But I don’t dream these days.
Those were my thoughts, masked by a smiling face. I’ve never acted so well in my life. I literally couldn’t believe it. Was I in some sort of terrible nightmare? Maybe I’d wake up in a second, and she’d be saying yes. She’d be looking at me with those deep, gorgeous sea-green eyes, nodding enthusiastically. She’d be smiling. That smile that lit up my day, my week, my life.
But no. Instead, she looked at me with pity and sympathy. Maybe she was hiding it…but probably not. It wasn’t like her to hide things. She had absolutely no idea how I felt, and I’d been fooled into thinking she felt the same. She tried to comfort me, she apologised and laughed with me at the stupidity of the situation. This caused me even more pain, because I loved her for that.
“Please! Just leave me now!”
I felt humiliated, but not because of her. My younger cousin sat next to her. He was louder than me, more confident, but he’d looked up to me. I knew that. He followed me around, did what I did, and I did what he did. But at this point, I couldn’t even look up at him. He’d been the one who broke the news. The hope-quenching, heartbreaking news. How could he look up at me? I was a boy, no, not even that. A lovesick puppy. He was looking at me with pity too, I expect. Pity.
“We’re perfect together…how can you not see that?”
Just the sight of her made my heart rise. When we were both in love, I was riding the crest of a wave, and I couldn’t be brought down. No matter what the devil threw at me, I got through it, because of her. Friday night, going to spend the weekend at her place. And in addition, I loved her family too. Not in the same way of course, but still.
Her parents, her brother, her sister. I was good friends with all of them. Her sister was intelligent, we had the same sort of hopes in life. She was a couple of years older, so I could ask her for advice. Her brother was a year or so younger, much more confident than me. But this helped…his confidence brought out the best in me. Her parents were kind, they both liked me. I felt comfortable in their company.
I came to knew her through my Aunt and Uncle. They knew her parents, and we met when we were only babies. In fact, my relatives were their best friends. They never went a day without seeing each-other. And so, our relationship brought me closer to my family. My two younger cousins, as I’d said, looked up to me. On many nights they’d came over to her house, and the group of us enjoyed some great times. I should of felt out of place…after all, I wasn’t a member of either family. I was just a nephew. But they accepted me into their friendship, and I’d never felt better.
But we broke it off. Well, she did mainly, but I was okay with it. That was until I saw her again…the night I’m describing to you now. When she said no again, I knew it was over. It seemed to be against all the evidence I’d gathered from the past couple of days, but it was true. She didn’t love me.
“No…I don’t want to leave all this! I want it to carry on!”
But it can’t.
The end of an era. People will say it opened new doors for me, and maybe it will. Not at the moment though…I haven’t seen her for a while, but whenever I begin to forget the feelings, they come flying straight back in an explosion. It’s not as though I can ignore my family, right? I’ll get over her, and then we’ll end up going there again, just for a visit. BOOM! She’s there, and I’m that lovesick puppy again.
Maybe there’s still hope…you never know. Maybe she’ll realise one day that those brilliant experiences we’d had together, were more than just a friendship. Okay, so they were nothing special, only the odd kiss. But to me, they were the whole world.
Maybe I’m still in a dream now. Maybe in a moment I’ll wake up, and all I’ve gone through over the past year or so will be gone, and we’ll still be together, and I’ll still be living the best times of my life.
But I don’t dream these days.