The WHOLE story.
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The Girl
Eyes closed, pen flying across the paper was the way to go.
It was called "Freeform Writing", and it's closing your eyes and just writing. Even if it's scribbles, it was supposed to mean something. For her, though, it wasn't scribbles. She'd written one word over and over again on the sheet of paper without even realizing it. Love. Love, love, love, love, love. It was quite puzzling why she wrote that word; her life had been quite lacking in that aspect as of then.
She DID have her heart set on a boy. It was wonder why they weren't already together: they laughed together, cried together, sang together... They even stared quite lovingly into each others eyes at one point or another. She didn't get it, though. She was gorgeous, he was average. She deserved much better, he didn't even deserve her. Something, just something, guided her attraction and desired toward him, and she didn't understand why. As such is love.
She had reason to believe it was really love, too. There were no butterflies when he was around. No, no, they were gazelles stampeding. This was far more than a simple attraction. It was love at it's most refined, and she needed it. Fourteen long, lonely years were lived out, and she needed someone. Someone to hold. Someone to kiss.
So, she lived. Everyday, with the hoped that they would finally be together, and everyday another disappointment. One day passed, and they were simply talking.
"So, what high school are you going to?" She asked. Oh, how she wanted so bad for him to go to the same school as her.
"Tech."
"But I'm going to St. Mark's..."
"So, is this goodbye?"
"I guess."
How badly she wanted to say what she felt, how badly she wished that they would meet again, even once before fate tore them apart. Sadly, it was not so. He was wisked away before her very eyes, never to be seen again.
Oh, how she missed that feeling of love.
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The Boy
Damn. He’d let her go, without even a second thought.
He felt so strongly for her, he loved her so, and he let her go. Just like that. He was filled with immense regret. She was the closest thing to love that he’d ever had in his life, and she was gone. He didn’t even try to stop her. Not to say that he didn’t want to; he wanted to with all his heart. But what was he to do? The situation was helpless, and he knew it as much as anyone.
But he couldn’t help but wonder. What if I had asked her to be with me? As quickly as the thought came into his head, he shook it away. She didn’t care for him. Sure, they were friends, but nothing more to her. She was everything to him: he dreamed about her, thought about her all day… He even had a notebook of love notes he never sent to her. He always wrote them and, at the last moment, didn’t give it to her. He would only be making a fool of himself if he gave it to her.
They were from different sides of the universe, too. She was popular, he wasn’t. She knew everyone around, he didn’t. If he was together with her, who knows what it would have done to her. The ridicule, he imagined, would be far too much. He would never do that to her. She had too much going for her, and he had nothing. Who was he to subject her to the incessant ridicule that High School was to bring?
He wondered if he had made a mistake. He thought about her all day and night, he dreamed about her, his entire life was about her. He didn’t even know if she felt the same for him, but it wouldn’t matter anymore. Wordlessly, he reached over, and fit the headphones over his ears, and slowly pressed the Play button on his MP3 player.
“But there’s something about us I’d like to say…”*
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*Note: These lyrics directly precede the lyrics on the very first post I posted in this thread.
So, what do you guys think?