I'm not prepared for whatsoever going to happen next, it's like we've chosen a road and we don't know where it leads, heaven or hell, we're the ones who have to choose. Do you treat your friends like you treat me? The answer is no. Friends don't treat each other like this, friends don't look at each other like this, friends don't get jealous about each other like this, friends don't fight in this way, friends don't text each other like this, friends don't talk about having babies from each other. Sometimes I don't know how to treat you, like should I get mad? Should i be jealous? and if I talked about anything, I will be talking as what? This is too much for me to handle.
What are we? One day I feel like you're mine and the other day you're a totally stranger. Why did we choose this? Are we in love? or we're just trying to fill the void in our hearts?
It feels weird, it feels weird that you're somehow the best and the worst thing ever happened to me. It's like a beautiful disaster; a miracle that'll never happen.
But if we're not friends then what are we? how can we define the relationship between us?
There are some people, some fiends, and the memories they give are both annoying and beautiful, and that's what makes them special to us...And eventually they evolve into he bittersweet people, who ate/is more special to us than anyone else we've. Ever known so far...By the sad part is we are so deep into such relationship that it's hard to figure out whether it's a just a friendly thing or something forever.Interesting, this confusion, this depth, and this affection is what makes things special, and we should let it flow naturally:) Nature has its own ways to make us perceive, and do what is right...Till then enjoy the complexity and dive in the affection, because nothing lasts forever!
Hi Rassoul. Part of me is screaming at you to get your grammar right. But then I keep reading and just let the words ring out as though someone is saying them in the room. I can't hear incorrect punctuation. My mind goes with the pace and phrasing and the picture you paint. And I'm swept along with this emotional almost rhetorical question - the sort of thing one might rehearse to a mirror or a picture on your phone - with the intention of soon saying this face to face. And when I do this. When I almost close my eyes and hear this ... it is really good!
I liked the story. Honest and direct words.
"We're not friends, are we something else?"
In a life. Few real friends. I liked the deep thoughts and question in the short story. Real friends are rare and when we need them. Always willing to assist us. Thank you for sharing your words and thoughts. It was very good.
Coyote
God? It's like you told my story.
I guess it leaves me without answer too not knowing what are? are we even friends? but Hell I don't want you as a friend.
''you are mine'' not really , I think we can't own no one than ourselfs.
I hope we get an answer in the next writing .
simply beautiful!
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
I'm afraid that it doesn't have an answer, if youre going through this you'll understand me.
.. read moreI'm afraid that it doesn't have an answer, if youre going through this you'll understand me.
Thank you so much for your words!
7 Years Ago
eeh I do understand but somehow I hope at least you would get an answer .