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… You called?

- Yeah… I’ve been thinking a lot.

I noticed… Is there anything you would like to say?

- Oh there are several things I would like to say actually.

Do tell.

- But before I would like to thank you.

… Huh? What for?

- For opening my eyes, without you I’d still be lost in that infernal abyss…

Which was your own creation by the way.

- Whatever.

Keep going. It’s becoming quite interesting.

- You were right about me, once I fell in love all that mattered to me was her, so much that I couldn’t see her own caring towards me. I obviously passed the limits and what happened was just the result of my obsession, in other words my fault.

Great! I knew you’d figure it out!

- Although, there is something else I have realized.

… I don’t like the sound of it…

- Just like you, I started to look at facts only. I can’t keep wandering around in my mind and I decided that I had to choose a side, to make a decision.

Mhm…?

- I chose the realistic side. Probably the rougher one.

So… What’s your point? What else did you realize?

- I think, that she actually stopped loving me for real a long time before all this happen…

What?!

- Maybe it was the real thing in the beginning, it felt so at least, but at some point in this whole story the feeling just got lost.

What facts made you realize such a silly thing?!

- The fact that every time we tried to meet was a failure, the fact that before I came back she was growing distant, telling me she’d be busy, that it would be difficult to meet even if she’s right up the next city, and some others things…

But… You are not sure about that…

- My choice is to either believe in that theory or live in doubt forever, and as I told you I chose to be realistic.

But what if you’re WRONG?

- And what if I am NOT? Can you prove me wrong?! Can you?!

Well…

- You can’t. You know why? Because she is the only one who knows the truth. Or maybe she doesn’t know herself, maybe she was lost at that time, maybe she still is, maybe she can’t even read her own heart.

Maybe… Just maybe…

- Either ways this doesn’t concern me anymore.

Wait, you might be doing an incredible mistake. What if she still loves you?

- Are you kidding? Still love me? She cut all bridges between us, told me to forget about her…

What if she still needs you?

- If she did I would’ve heard about it don’t you think?

Then what if…

- No more questions. You did your part already, now you can have your rest.

And what IF, she is just waiting for you to talk to her?

- That would be stupid. And I am tired of struggling with illusions. If she really wants this to start again then she will have to do something she probably never did: Speak her mind to me. Tell me what's REAL.



- Do you have anything else to say?

This is just sad; I know it makes you sad too…

- Smiling will be hard in the beginning, but I will be fine… It is just a matter of time now.

I know…

- Am I the one to cheer you up now? Let it go already!

I have one last question…

- Say.

Let’s pretend, just pretend, that you got it all wrong, that she actually still feels something for you, that she tries to contact you back, and tells you that she wants to see you, to talk to you…

- What IS the question already?!

Um… Will you go?

- Where?

To talk to her if she needs you?

- …



- Yes.

Yes?

- Yup.

For sure?

- Do I really have to say it again?

I am… glad…

- Don’t get your hopes to high, I seriously doubt this happens.

Well people can change their minds you know, or we'd be all stupid. Just look at you...

- Sure... Now get lost already, I am eating strawberries and I’d like this to be a relaxing time.

I love strawberries.

- Obviously.

Obviously.
©2008-2009 ~Burning-Sins
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Yesterday was sorrow.

Today is hope.

Tomorrow, anything is possible.

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