#11 Cannot Compete

It was another quiet day with Kyle, but this time I decided that I should talk a bit more. This time we were planting flowers in the place where Kyle lived. He lived there with people who he said were called Akabilla, Happysad and Perpewfa. I thought that those were weird names, and he agreed. He said that only those people had the weird names in that world, the world that God called The Sanctuary.

While we were planting flowers on this sunny day, I made sure that when I bent down to plant the seeds, that I looked deeply into Kyle's eyes while I was crouched down. When I did this, and he saw me looking happy but not smiling, he couldn't help but smile. And then because he smiled with me in his gaze, I would sometimes blush. It was a magical moment, if I could call it that.

He responded to me, and I responded to him. My heart fluttered with love, and although I wasn't ready to have sex with him, he was like sex to me. But soon after planting the flowers, he had to go. You see, diary, he doesn't belong in The Sanctuary. He's not like the people here. He's inquisitive and I know that he sees things in a different way, from a much elevated manner.

Soon he had to go, as he had to go back to where he came from. I sat in a white chair on the garden, the really popular one with armrests and gaps at the back, that's the most popular chair in your world that nobody knows who made it. I sat gazing at the garden, and I knew that one day the flowers would bloom into something beautiful.

Later that day I saw Kyle move off to another girl. How could he do this to me? The girl he was speaking to, seemed like a narcissist. I heard her call him concierge. She kept asking him to do things, and he kept on doing them. I know I don't have that control or that charisma about me. I suck.

There is no way I can compete with her.