October 12 2015

Short story, based on a true story.

October 12th 2015, I sat next to a close friend of a girl I'm dating. She kindly greeted me, so I returned the gesture. We were not strangers, in fact we were some-what well acquainted, after a while of conversing about nothing, she randomly pointed out that I'm a 'bad boyfriend'.

You know how it goes, girls talk right? I realised right then... I had been discussed. We spent more time analysing my character and trying to figure out, what could've caused such "dickery". Moments later she figured it out, it wasn't profound at all, I've loved before and I'm just not ready to willingly experience such a beautifully-ugly ordeal.

What shocked me had nothing to do with most of this. In the midst of me talking non-stop, excusing my behaviour, I stumbled upon an idea or rather a truth. It wasn't that the girl I was dating wasn't special, because she was.

I realised: it just takes a particular type of special to feel that void and maybe make one love again. October 12th 2015, almost two years after the worst break up of my life, I realised, not found but realised hope...

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is ver ver welcome. :)

Reviews

[Daniela Diaz]

I really love the way you worded everything.. It brought out so much more then just the simple topic that was being discussed... but i must say that your line "You know how it goes, girls talk right? I realised right then... I had been discussed." did make me giggle!! haha also when realizing that "Orange Juice" was male lol
I definitely agree with the bottom comment... Im truly excited to read anything you expand from this short story.. very well written!!

[Alucard6336]

Actually, pretty neat to read. Hope dies last. I'd like to see you expand upon this. You have a powerful premises for a poem here.

[Orange Juice]

Thank you very much for your words !! :)

[Orange Juice]

Fill rather than feel... :(