I've never been this sad before. Well except for that one time my mom decided she was better off without my dad. All my life, being tough or at least pretending like it, is all that I know because I don't really have a lot of people I can depend on for emotional support or whatever.
Sure, I have more luxury than anyone can ask for but even that doesn't determine how happy I would be as I have come to learnt.
Two years ago I wrote something about this guy I met:
Blue shirt. Tall and lanky. Sharp nose. Mesmerizing eyes. I saw him, looking effortlessly breathtaking and couldn't stop myself from staring at him. He was really something to look at, a picture of perfection, and there was just something special about him I couldn't quite put a ring on it. I've never been so hypnotized, so attracted to a boy, I couldn't tear my eyes off him. And then those eyes landed on mine. He'd finally noticed that he was being scrutinized. It really caught me off guard. And I was led away by Mustika, who said I made it too obvious. After several steps away, I couldn't help but to turn around for one last look. And those eyes were looking right in my direction.
And two years later here I am, reminiscing the mistake that I made and wishing it never ended with a heartbreak. I still remember the feelings I had when I first met him, when I was with him and all the feelings that came after. It doesn't go away with the years.
I guess it's true what they say- behind every cold and heartless man was once a person who cared too much. I have no one else to blame but myself.
For you, Syed Al-Tamash.
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