“Let me make sure that you are my reality, not just something my mind made up.
Let me hear your laugh again, so I don’t go insane thinking about it.”
I started to write those words and it struck me hard to see the truthfulness in them.
“I don’t think you should exclude yourself to one kind of person. Because that is unfair for the rest of the people who are interested in being with you. Personally, I really like you and I really wish you could me give a chance, and I promise you that you won’t be disappointed”
Those words. Those exact words that I had been wanting to tell her. But I don’t have enough courage to tell her.
I wish she was here again. I just want to tell her those words. However, it seems like she isn’t there anymore. I feel like the memory of her isn’t reality anymore, and it’s just something my brain had made up.
I’m going insane thinking about her every night. No matter how good the day had been for me. Every time I do something fun, I always imagine us doing it together.
Everything had ended so fast. All I did is telling her that I like her. I thought we are cool afterward, but I guess that was just her mask. The mask that consumed all the awkwardness that she had against me.
I hope to see her again. And then I can start a new chapter in life.#nice guy #chapter 1 #section 2 #higaswan.tumblr.com #personal #my book #love #missing #you
Officially had been living on this planet for more than twenty years; He started falling in love when he could remember. His first love was his mother, the woman who supported every decision that he had ever made; the woman who raised him up.
Upon entering first grade, he met a girl. He didn’t realized back then that this girl would be his best friend for the next five years of his life. She sat at the row in front of him. He was ashamed of talking to her because he thought that she was too smart for him. He kept quiet, at the same time admired her each and every day. Eventually he worked up the courage and talked to her. They became friend, and then best friend. Back then, he doesn’t what love is really is. However, he often found himself thinking about her. He would save up the little money that his mother had given him to buy her little treats from the campus store.
First grade, second grade, third grade, four grade, and fifth grade; Each and every year, they becomes closer and closer to each other. He doesn’t get to see her over the summer. However, because of this, he missed her a lot more. At the end of the summer, the first day of school, he would wake up really early to ensure that he goes to class extra early so that he could see her. And this would pay off every single year.
End of Section 1#nice guy #chapter 1 #section 1 #higaswan.tumblr.com #personal #my book #love