Sunday, October 10, 2010

Wonder

She was wrong.

As she was engrossed in a monotonous act of typing numerous letters and remembering an endless flow of pain-staking thoughts, she knew deep inside that she was wrong. But was it her fault? She was just at a wrong place, a wrong time and a wrong situation. She was with the wrong person.

Sometimes destiny has its way of playing games with our lives. In a spun of a moment, a 360 degree turn happens and before you knew it; you’re facing what is perhaps the end of life as you knew it.

She was naive when she met him at what seemed like a randomly selected time and place. He was dashing and cool and as expected from a small town girl like her, she failed to see what is beneath the superficial.

An inexperienced girl like her should have slowed down and took the road less taken. But who could blame an innocent kid? She was excited and ecstatic as she entered a world where reality does not exist. A world carefully crafted to entice a raw feeling into a dizzying spiral fantasy of true love and hopeful dreams of a true love’s kiss.

She was too blind to see that she was taken for granted, that she was just another girl that boy caught in his web of thrilling games and selfish endeavors until she has given him her everything. A mistake she could have prevented form happening if only she was intelligent to comprehend things.

No one told her how painful reality could be. No one told her how it could devastate your sense of being.

They departed as quickly as they have met in what seemed to be a randomly selected time and place.

Time passed and she saw him again. She was pretty and perhaps a suitable partner for him, she thought to herself. They seemed happy. He seems to be happy.

She wonders if he still remembers her. She wonders if her memory crosses his conscious being. She wonders if he still sings that song he so fondly sings when they’re together. She wonders if he yearns for those sweet kisses that they passionately shared.

But that’s all she could do. WONDER.

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