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No.1 Jan 23rd 20xx Today is our first date. Dinner went quite smoothly, but he did not remember my name even though I had mentioned it twice, first was when he asked my phone number, and second time was when the waiter asked my name to mark the order.
He gave me flowers before we separated. They were roses. I love roses!
No.1 Jan 31st 20xx Not another date but we are just maintaining our connection through messages. I sent him some of my favorite music videos and he only reacted with the available emoji. I think I expected more, such as him using a lyric of the song to reply to me.
He sent me his favorite songs too. I’ve heard that when someone shares their playlist with you, it means they want to get closer to you. Is that true, in this situation?
No.1 Feb 5th 20xx He disappeared. I mean, his accounts were green but we have said nothing. It has been for days, and I have no idea why this is happening. I know we both need private space, however, has he forgotten about me?
He gave me his apology for vanishing. Maybe he needs more time than I have thought? Was I a bit too selfish and merciless?
No.1 Feb 10th 20xx I have written a lot about him, and I guess he understood it. Since when has he become my inspiration? Even though I was not ever mentioned in his words to others, why did I make him my muse?
No.2 Feb 26th 20xx Everything has stayed the same for all this long. It should be, shouldn’t it? I just feel like he is not intending to take any actions to prove me… or simply, he does not want to?
He told me to wait. Was I a bit too rushed? Probably. I do not want to make it harsh for him, how much I wish we can overcome it together.
No.2 March 20th 20xx Another month has passed, and we are still what we have so far been. This morning I came across his recent post about his past one. Healing takes time… Yeah it must. But what about me?
No.3 April 14th 20xx I told him about my accident yesterday, and what I received was “You should be more careful next time”. Even after my bleeding photos were sent, they seemed to trigger no worries in him. Right, people with a hurt leg would never give a damn about others’ hurt leg.
He does not have to show that he cares… I guess this is only my own business to deal with. I’d better take care of my wounds first.
No.3 May 28th 20xx He texted me that he had to go to sleep, so I wished him goodnight. But a few later I saw his account with online status. Of course it is normal, it is not like everytime you close your eyes you would sleep immediately. So I asked whether he was feeling hard to sleep, and the message was left unreplied for days.
After seeing a grievous post of mine he wanted to make sure if I was doing fine. Well, I was not, so I told him so. He gave me another apology. What was that for? I was not even angry.
No.3 June 20th 20xx I wanted to know more about his days and his life, I wanted to let him know more about mine as well. I have questioned him tons of things though I was questioned not a single one. He said I could tell him whenever I wanted to, nonetheless, no never he meant to hear it.
No.4 July 9th 20xx Today I sent him a photo of me sipping coffee photo, he complimented my look as always. But one thing was unusual. “I am currently dating someone.” He texted. “I want to be friends with you.” Continued he. What about his previous “You are the biggest gift I was endo-
Caroline dropped her pen on the diary sheet and stared at her phone screen. It is July 9th. It has been 6 months. She mumbled to herself. Then her pupils rolled through the blackish lines she had been writing ever since. Her sight blurred as the glance got lower on the page, but she tried to restrain herself from kneeling on the sudden burst in her heart. Raindrops were dancing on the corrugated roof passionately, whilst Caroline was dancing to her high-as-drug music style after including some last words on the ivory paper.
No.1 and only HE NEVER ASKED ME OUT FOR A SECOND DATE.
In the stupor caused by unnamed pain and her favorite compositions, her hands seeked for the silent phone and sent out a text before deleting every possible thing not to make the affliction stronger.
“I wish you happiness. Goodbye.”
Well, life. People always have their own right to stay or to leave, once they do not feel connected any longer, or whenever they have the reason to do so. There are many types of relationships that we find it hard to give them appropriate names, but even without a name, they happen in our journey, from past to present, from present to future. Sometimes it is unbearable to talk about someone who promised to stay, then ended up packing their things away. Sometimes it is unexplainable to figure out the answers for the wonders they have left behind them but inside us. Sometimes it is impossible to choose an appellation for the one who did not make a commitment but stayed beside us like the half of our broken hearts. We are not that wise to clarify the way our feelings function, or to give an acceptable excuse for the undone stories. But that is life. There are fates that would settle down with each other, however, there are also fates that mean to be the loners until the end of their lifetime after hundreds of touches with others. It is neither our fault nor their fault, yet the final answer only the makers would carry with them. It is time to let go of the phantoms of the past, to complete the right timing lessons they have brought to us, so that we can move to our rightest moment.
I, a teenager with a burning desire, that everyone would eventually meet their rightest moment in life, by all means.
.................................................................................................................... This was brought to me by the prompt "2 truths 1 lie", yet this is not a nonfiction or a fiction. I would call it a based-on-true-story piece to be precise.
Which details do you think is true? Otherwise, which do you think is unreal, my dear writing friends?