Emily and Chris
Staring at the window, Emily noticed the letter in her pocket. She doesn’t want to open and read it again. Until she saw Chris, outside the school gate, walking without a care in the world. “It felt like it was only yesterday”, Emily whispered to herself.
[Having a *FLASHBACK*]
Chris and I were very close to each other, we were classmates, always teasing one another, it’s as if we can’t be separated.
Months have passed my heart’s pounding and it’s very beat makes me weak, it’s like I’m gonna explode or something. I didn’t know what to do, that I decided to tell my closest friends all about it. I asked for some advice but when I’m around him, it’s getting a little tense. Until the time comes that I don’t approach him anymore. I don’t want to risk our friendship at the same time, I don’t wanna lose him.
Then day, he gave me a letter. I became nervous to read it, but tried to have a neutral reaction about it. I gave him a response, and then we personally talked about, why are we like this, why are we like that. And in some way, we were close again, as if nothing happened. But, there’s always a tension between us, that I can’t really explain.
Then one day, he texted me, saying, he loves me. At first I didn’t believe it, it’s a shock. He texted me again, saying, it’s all true. We texted that night then later on said goodbyes.
In the morning, we’re gonna meet at the school front gate, everything’s pretty awkward, while I’m remembering what’s my response to him that night. I said I love him back. From time to time, we were like a couple, but we’re not. It’s kindda cool for me, so we can have some more time together, getting to know More about each other. What More could I know. =D
But things got messy and we have complications. Then sometimes we barely notice each other anymore. It really confuses me. As time goes by, we are like strangers again. It hurts me a lot, because I thought we have something good going on, but maybe I was wrong.
A year passed, little by little I’m used to not talking to him anymore. I just want to let him go. Move on. It’s not easy but I have to. That’s life.
If, were not meant to be, it’s time for me to wake up and realize everything that I’ve missed. As I stood by the window, I just smiled, grab my bag then move forward.
Kept that letter as a memory.
A short story by yours truly. =)
[Reblogged from September 9, 2012]