What are we?

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Written on May 17th, 11.22pm until May 18th of approximately 4am.
Note ; 
To some of you who may find this story extremely familiar in relation with the people you know, I truly apologized if I hurt anyone's feelings at the time of when I wrote this story. 
Will try and learn to write better in terms of concealing my feelings the next time round.
Enjoy and please leave some comments if you want to :)



Bittersweet journey. Two individuals.

Friendship or was it more than that?

She is the kind of girl that probably every guy wants to be with.
Her beautiful smile can easily brighten your day, and it gets better when you look into her sparkly blue eyes.
Even with her hair at shoulder length, it was perfect to bring out her feminine side equally well.
Despite her looks, she is definitely not one to be messed with.
To describe her, it would be of ;
Someone who has her stands and treats everyone equally.
Someone who can be the cutest thing you've ever seen once she's comfortable with you.
Someone who appears strong and yet fragile at heart.
There will be one of the rare times where she can be confused about silly things though this scene only happens if she were to not have enough sleep the previous night.

He is a friend. Her guy best friend.
One that understands her inside out, her way of handling things and her emotions.
In the eyes of others, he always seemed protective of her.
This time, it appears that they have got closer and it felt different compared to how it was before this.
Seeing the look on his face that was full of worry when he heard of her being in trouble and relieved as soon as he knows she's safe.

The first person that he always thought of would be her. Definitely.
He will always ask ; have you see her? Is she here yet? I'll wait for her then.
He is also the one whom she always seen to be talking to of wherever, whenever.
All in all, he is willing to do anything for her.
Whatever obstacles may be, he will give his all just to see the smile on her face. Undoubtedly.
I mean, that's what best friends are for right?

With all that's happening, anyone can tell that she was all he sees.
The way he looks at her gives it away that he has feelings for her.
At the same time, it feels that he has been holding back.
His heart was broken before and it appears to affect him as much to this very day. 
Not knowing the reasons why it didn't work 
Is this the reason behind not having the courage to confess to her?

Then again, he might not find another girl like her if he loses this chance, he thought. 
Who else would understand him and put up with his stubborn-ness and his hot tempered attitude for the matter? 

Each of us are a piece of a puzzle of someone else's life. You may never know where you fit in but others will fill the holes in their lives with pieces of you. 

Could she be the missing piece he has been looking for?

As for her, she thinks that she is not ready to get in a relationship just yet.
Being single gives her the freedom to be free of any commitments and she learns to be independent. 
Then again, she enjoys his company and she feels secured in a way knowing that there is someone who cares about her.
Someone who knows her like no one else.
To put up with her bad tantrums.
To look after her when she's sick.
Someone to depend on even when she's an independent girl.

For her, she couldn't decide whether to jeopardize the friendship and the closeness they have for something trivial called love.
She is not the kind of girl who would be comfortable with any guys easily and thus she treasures her friends and family more than anything in the world.
She just doesn't want to end up as strangers all over again.

 Forget the risk and take the fall, if it's meant to be, it will be worth it all.

At certain stages in life, it is this kind of relationship that makes one appreciate of what we have. Someone who can accept our flaws despite how imperfect we think we are. It is the imperfections that make things beautiful.

We come to love someone not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly. 

Someone who would go to the ends of the earth for you. Well not exactly, unconditionally but at least someone who is willing to do that sincerely. Someone who would lend you a hand just when you need them.

You're my kind of perfect

xx


Comments

  1. SZen21 May 2015 at 17:40

    It's very beautifully written :') Thanks for sharing, Sara!

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