Short Story I Wrote

Short story i wrote

Spring

Spring was always admired. She was like a breath of fresh air among the others. Her straight blond hair waving in wind without any care. She was mindful of others. She wasn't outspoken but she wasn't timid either. Only talking when she really wanted to. To get a point across. not wasting breath on the small meaningless things. Although she didn't think anything was entirely meaningless.

Her hair always decorated in flowers. Usually i would find her in a colorful sundress. Some days even wearing a straw hat. All things that enhanced her natural beauty. She gave a warm sunshine like presence that could make anyone having a bad day smile. Lighting up a room just enough for people to turn their heads. Her personality being ever so sickly sweet.

Animals were a big part of her life too. Her favorite thing to do was sneak away from the crowd and wander into the forest. She admired the wildlife like the passerby would always admire her. She loved the running waters from the streams and the lakes. She loved the bunnies and the birds and even the snakes. She loved how the trees looked. She loved how the plants looked so full of life and ready to take on another day. She loved a lot.

She was aware of all these things. But she never knew why people viewed her as perfect for them. The one thing she did not like was being perceived as perfect. She knew the flaws she could never bring to light. She almost loathed being pretty. I say almost because she knew what value being beautiful meant even though she herself thought that it was vain. she never wanted anyone to view her as a delicate art display. Too fragile to hold with the fear of messing up that beauty. She knew she was so much more than that.

Even so I always thought she was perfect, i couldn't help it.

Ilook at my ex best friend

We make eye contact in the hallway at passing timeW

hen I saw her I just wanted to hug her

Just once give her another chance to apologize

Or at least give me the closure on why she did what she did

Just one more chance

Even when I know she doesn't deserve it

I had the feeling that she never cared about me or our friendship

She definitely cared even less now if at all to begin with

But when I looked in her eyes I didn't see any anger

I didn't see the indifference on her features like I expected

I'm not entirely sure what i saw

I ask myself why she changed?

As if I know

Or ever will

I look at him, eyes filled with what I think is love.

He doesn't notice I'm staring,and surely doesn't know the reason why.

Its a strange feeling knowing the boy I love won't give me a second thought.

When I look at him all I can see is what I wish our relationship was.

What I wish I meant to him.

He barely gives me a passing glance.

But it has nothing to do with me, no.

Not my looks, or the way my voice sounds.

Not the way I dress or even how I act.

Because all he's ever looking at is the girl beside me.

She's no stranger, she's been my friend long before highschool.

I know he likes her in a romantic way. He so very fond of her.

It hurts realizing that he'll never look at me like he looks at her.

I can't be mad or hate her.

I cant't blame him either, anyone would be lucky to have her.

The way she laughs and can light up a room with her jokes.

The way she can comfort people, saying all the right things.

I cant compare to her.

I wished people looked at me the way they look at her.

I wish he would look at me, the way he looks at her.

As I ventured through the snow filled forest I heard the most angelic voice.

It was unfamiliar but made me the calmest I'd ever felt.

I wanted to know who the voice belonged to.

I caught a glimpse of a female spirit.

She looked as if she was the embodiment of the cold.

I figured she was the one singing.

She filled the icy silent air with a divine tranquil melody.

Her spirit lingered in the woods.

I felt her soulful presence all around me.

She was beautiful.

The type you'd only believe if you saw it for yourself.

By the time she was finished I had already let the sleep overtake me.

I never did hear the end of her lullaby.

Oh how I wish I had.

i wish I didn't have to sexualize myself to feel wanted

I thought about you again. But it's not the same as it used to be. I didn't get the urge to text you. I didn't even think of actually unblocking you. I would have before. i miss who you were but not enough to break no contact I looked back at a video of you. you playing your stupid fucking guitar.

Then I took a guitar class. It wasn't much of a choice now that I think of it. But now I am forced to remember you. Every other day. Whether I want to or not.

I don't miss you how I used to. I don't have dreams about you coming back into my life, not anymore. I don’t cry thinking about you. And it's great, it's wonderful actually But as much as I don't miss you. As much as I want to forget about you entirely. You still hold a small piece of my heart. I wish you didn’t, believe me I wish you didn't. but you do. You forever will, unfortunately.

You still own some of those love songs. And you definitely still own some of those break up songs. Funny, how I look for the two sides of you in the lyrics of two very opposite topics. Songs about the joy of falling for you. Songs about the bitter heartbreak after I fell. And the fact you weren't there to catch me.

Why did you do that? Why did you make me believe that you loved me back? Why? I know that we weren't meant for one another. In hindsight we probably never were. Although sometimes I still wish we were.