Short Story
It was quarter past 8. The windy air touched my bones, brought in chills.
I put my arms around my chest, touching my frozen back.
Sigh. Deep down my heart knew this would happen.
But somehow, I was hoping for a change.
I was hoping, this time, she would change her mind for real.
"Connor, I need you to be with me,"
" I admit it was my fault,"
"I still love you,"
"Let's start over again? You and me?"
Her eyes seemed teary. She held my hand tightly, never letting go.
I didn't want to look at her, or even listen to her.
But something about her kept on dragging me back to square one. Every single time I saw her, it was always like our first encounter. I couldn't resist anything when it was her.
"Connor?"
There she went, that killing smile. My heart melted for countless of time. How could I let her go?
Days with her were the best. She was a mess. One day she could be smiling and would always want to be with me. You name the place, she was everywhere I went. The next day I would be wondering where I went wrong, not a single call to tell me where she was. The first few weeks we were together I was quite confused. I thought I was fooled. But as time went by, I seemed to fall in love deeper with her.
It's like the time she disappeared was the time for me to miss her. And every time she came back, asking me to start all over again, she looked even more beautiful than before, and I missed her like no other could.
"If your answer is yes, wait for me at Central Park, 4pm,"
"Let's have our first date there,"
The first date for the hundredth of times. With that, she landed a kiss on my hand and walked away. My friends used to say she's going to dress up, making up to her mistake, trying to steal my heart once again. But they all knew she never needed to do that to make me fall in love with her. My heart was always for her from the start.
Central Park. 4pm. The same place, same time. Deep down I knew what was going to happen. Just like always.
Just like now. It's been 4 hours. People had been staring at me for a while. The oldies had known me for sure, it was always like this for the past three years with her. Amaya drove me crazy.
And I knew the next day we met, she would run away from me. Not talking. No explanation. Until I couldn't bear to see her like that, I let it slide. I told her it was okay. Only then she would talk to me.
My friends said I had the patience of a saint. And I had always thought I could never be mad at her. I could never fall out of love. I would always forever, be an idiot, loving her deeper than yesterday. The story didn't seem to end.
But people said being broken many times your heart will slowly change to save you. My friends told me one day I would have had enough. No matter how much I thought I loved her, I needed myself to let her go. I just needed to do that.
And today would be the day. That was what I thought.
But I still couldn't let her go.
"I'm not leaving,"
- 5 Seconds of Summer, The Girl Who Cried Wolf
I put my arms around my chest, touching my frozen back.
Sigh. Deep down my heart knew this would happen.
But somehow, I was hoping for a change.
I was hoping, this time, she would change her mind for real.
"Connor, I need you to be with me,"
" I admit it was my fault,"
"I still love you,"
"Let's start over again? You and me?"
Her eyes seemed teary. She held my hand tightly, never letting go.
I didn't want to look at her, or even listen to her.
But something about her kept on dragging me back to square one. Every single time I saw her, it was always like our first encounter. I couldn't resist anything when it was her.
"Connor?"
There she went, that killing smile. My heart melted for countless of time. How could I let her go?
Days with her were the best. She was a mess. One day she could be smiling and would always want to be with me. You name the place, she was everywhere I went. The next day I would be wondering where I went wrong, not a single call to tell me where she was. The first few weeks we were together I was quite confused. I thought I was fooled. But as time went by, I seemed to fall in love deeper with her.
It's like the time she disappeared was the time for me to miss her. And every time she came back, asking me to start all over again, she looked even more beautiful than before, and I missed her like no other could.
"If your answer is yes, wait for me at Central Park, 4pm,"
"Let's have our first date there,"
The first date for the hundredth of times. With that, she landed a kiss on my hand and walked away. My friends used to say she's going to dress up, making up to her mistake, trying to steal my heart once again. But they all knew she never needed to do that to make me fall in love with her. My heart was always for her from the start.
Central Park. 4pm. The same place, same time. Deep down I knew what was going to happen. Just like always.
Just like now. It's been 4 hours. People had been staring at me for a while. The oldies had known me for sure, it was always like this for the past three years with her. Amaya drove me crazy.
And I knew the next day we met, she would run away from me. Not talking. No explanation. Until I couldn't bear to see her like that, I let it slide. I told her it was okay. Only then she would talk to me.
My friends said I had the patience of a saint. And I had always thought I could never be mad at her. I could never fall out of love. I would always forever, be an idiot, loving her deeper than yesterday. The story didn't seem to end.
But people said being broken many times your heart will slowly change to save you. My friends told me one day I would have had enough. No matter how much I thought I loved her, I needed myself to let her go. I just needed to do that.
And today would be the day. That was what I thought.
But I still couldn't let her go.
"I'm not leaving,"
- 5 Seconds of Summer, The Girl Who Cried Wolf
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