This Much I Know Is True – Part 2

I can’t go on like this. No one deserves to be in distress for someone who isn’t sure of her feelings. That would be unfair. Who wants to be unfair? I definitely don’t want to be.”

Her decision is so sudden. Though she has been pondering about it for a countless time. She knows what she wants now. She understands that she should rest content with what she has, but she just can’t fool herself. She decided to end a love for another that she can never have. She isn’t happy. But she sure is not lonely, either. She feels satisfied in knowing that she made the right decision (or at least that was what she believes).

The sun shines with a sign of a new beginning and new hope. She wanders confidently and let the sun caress her skin. She still sees and watches you from afar. But this time, she knows that when you caught her looking at you, she doesn’t have to avert her eyes and pretend to be looking away. You’re a dream. Just a dream. A beautiful dream.

She feels her heart afloat as the day ends. She has this unexplainable feeling of joy as she lays down to her bed. Her mind — still full of thoughts, but less the confusion. She knew, she has found something (or maybe someone) she has been looking for quite some time now — herself. She found her without having someone to define her. She found her not because she was lost, but because she has been someone else’s shadow for so long. She smiled with contentment as she closed her eyes. Then she falls asleep.

 

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This Much I Know Is True – Part I

Maybe this isn’t right,” she thought.  She shouldn’t even be talking about this. Or maybe she should. She doesn’t know. But who knows anything anyway?

She had known you for quite some time now. She noticed all the quirks going on with your life and maybe you don’t know hers. Take the chance?

She takes a deep breath and looks at you from a distance. She sees you smile, laugh, or even just stare into some other space she can’t really tell. She watches you. And maybe when you happen to turn your head, she’ll quickly avert her eyes away from you and then confuse you and delude you into the idea. But as she pretends to be looking at some random direction, she’ll let the sun caress her face with its warmth until she becomes fully aware that all this must just be infatuation. Most probably, a fleeting feeling. She starts convincing herself. She stands up, turns around, walks away and rubs her hands together – even realized that her rough hands aren’t even worth touched by someone like you – maybe she really should give up the feeling. She feels sad.

I am not worth any at all. Not even the slightest of your attention. I am just fooling myself and wasting my time.

As she continues walking away, contemplating on life and wishing that heaven is a real place, veracity hits her. Or was it guilt? She should must keep herself away from you. You are there, while she’s here. You live your life to the fullest, she lives hers one at a time. But is it really the reason?  Nah. Way too far from it. She belongs to someone else. Yes, someone already owns her. Own? Is that the right word? And then veracity was replaced by disappointment. She doesn’t want to be one’s possession. No, she doesn’t want to be like a thing owned by anyone. She feels sad.

She arrives home, in the pure haven of silence and comfort where she truly belongs. And yet – as she lies down into the pleasure of her sheets, she breaks down for veracity (or guilt?) has hit her again. The sun retires and she’s still here. No, this isn’t right. I must not be entertaining such feeling (or thoughts?). Were they really just in my mind? Or is it what my heart truly feels?  Whispering such churlish things over and over again to herself, numbing the pain of what cannot be. Stripping her mind from all the memories she had with you before, lessening the feeling of guilt and pain and confusion. Then she falls asleep.