My Story Has Been Told
Our My Story Has Been Told
Almost the same time last year, I asked why? Now, I’ve got the answers.
I asked why, I don’t even know why. But I guess, I’ve somehow got it all figured out. It all started at exactly 11:11. No human in this world could ever figure out why 11:11 for only I can tell you why.
11:11
Someone once told me that when the clock strikes at 11:11, you have to make a wish, and that will surely come true. So I kept on wishing, waiting for the hands of the clock to turn to 11:11. When it does, I would always wish, nothing in particular, but I would always just wish to the heavens that they will spare me some time to see you and grant my wish to at least have a conversation or a meaningful interaction with you.
So, did I get my 11:11 wish? A lot of times when we shared late night conversations and I wait for you to reply on my messages even if it’s too late, you hardly reply instantly, and I have work early morning; a lot of times I thought I got my prayers answered. Sure, it was pure bliss. All the excitement was there. I was in full hype. But it was as short as the speed of light.
I came to believing that I was on my way of getting my hands on my wish. But the truth is, I was drowning in full deceit.
I liked you. But you liked somebody else.
I drunk a whole lot of courage to let you know how much I liked you. I wasn’t expecting anything. I’d like to tell myself that I was not expecting you to reciprocate my feelings.
As I type these words down on my computer while I kill my time in the office, Khalid is singing in the background, “young, dumb; young, young, dumb, and broke.”
The truth is, we didn’t really have a story to tell. You don’t have any questions to answer. In the first place, everything is on my imagination. I was young and dumb. Yes, I’d like to admit. Our story is about a girl who’s in love with your humor. Wait, scratch that. My story is about me falling in love with your humor. It is about me hopelessly waiting tha I get a reply from you. It is about me eating my pride and taking chances with you whom I thought could be my first ever encounter with what people call romance.
Last time I asked why.
Let me answer why. You listened because you thought I was fascinating until you learned the things about me. You entertained me because you were afraid that I’d get lonely, and you don’t want people getting lonely because of you. You listened and replied because I am a friend. Let me take note of that.
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