Saturday, July 29, 2006
Sorry about the choice of music. I'd love to put "Ode to Joy" ( I swear everyone must have heard it before.), but right now it's really tough to do so. Maybe when my leg's fine. And yeah, I'm finally sick of love songs. Anyway, Adagio for Strings is a really famous piece of music, so just enjoy it for now. You've probably heard it, but just do not know it. I need to do a survey for some psychology thingy I have. Read the below story and comment on what should the guy do next. (Press Ctrl and + if you feel the font is too small.) _____ I knew that voice was hers. Why would he tell me otherwise? Was he mocking me, telling me that he was with the one I adored so much right now? I swear, that sounded like her.
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He came to my place later. By a stroke of luck (or misfortune), I saw their pictures. He admitted that it was indeed her on the phone just now, and not who he claimed it was. Shocked at a friend's lies. Disappointed that she had deceived me. Heart-broken, just because.
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I felt as if a deluge of hurt had hit me right smack on the heart. He told me that she still liked him, when I thought otherwise all along. This cold March night, I wish never to repeat.
And Barcelona's match against Chelsea that night was supposed to make me happy. I wasn't watching football. I was watching myself slowly dying inside.
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Our communications began to cease gradually. It was torturous thinking of her every day. What made me hold on, was it my written promise of "From this moment to that moment, and for all the moments to come, I will love you with my heart.", given to her on her birthday? I decided that I'll just be there for her when she needs me, holding on to whatever faint hopes left.
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It was a few months later when I heard her voice on the phone again. This time round, it was because of her problems with another guy, someone whom I've viewed as a jerk unworthy of her love because of his actions. She thought otherwise. She liked him. That was enough reason for me. If she felt that she was to be happy with him, I had to encourage her to patch things up.
Every word I said that night betrayed my heart.
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Our communications ceased again from then. I never picked up the courage to talk to her much anymore. Not at the times I saw her on the way home, even though it seems that fate plays me by making me see her so often then. Not at that time she called out to me when I passed by that drinks store.
I became a coward.
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What am I to do? I don't blame her for liking him, because her persistance is just a mirror of mine. But is my useless persistance enough for anything? Is sitting down, knowing that I still feel for her, and not doing anything count for anything in this world? Was everything I had done, the hours I've spent talking to her, trying to make her nights less lonely, the hundreds upon hundreds of words dedicated to her, the whole heart of mine given to her, all unworthy of remembrance?
This boy's heart dies a little upon every thought of her now._____ So basically, this loser of a protagonist here has liked this girl for a long time, but ends up being still a loser no matter how hard he tries not to. Eventually, he loses every bit of his self-confidence. So here, I'm actually doing a study on people losing their self-confidence due to their inability to let go. So, my dear readers, please leave whatever comments you have. (Click on the " Comment" link.) Thank you.
[ jason ] | 3:33 am |
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