And The Story Continues…
I was so deeply in touch with my emotions before that I actually thought of finding the right person at the right moment of my life. And eventually, my search for that person finally ended. I actually thought that I’ve found the angel I’ve been looking for all those years. And it was one of the best times of my life.
One Christmas, I decided to give her a visit. I actually planned everything that is to be done so that she would be pleased. I bought a bouquet of assorted flowers, a pair of slippers with Tigger’s face, an inspirational book, and a shirt made in airbrush painting with my favorite drawing piece on it. I realized if I could give her something that is very important to me; it means I can give up anything that I have just so we could be together. And so I did, I gave her my most prized possession, my masterpiece, my favorite drawing piece that I always use in different drawing competitions. It never failed me. Not even once. And now that it’s out in the public, I can’t use it anymore. It’s good and frustrating at the same time, knowing that she now has my most prized possession, and it’s like having a part of me, and at the same time, I can’t use it anymore, though I know it’s my most important drawing piece.
It seems to me that our relationship as good friends started to deepen, and steps are now being taken. But something stupid crashed all my hopes and dreams with her, something I should never have believed in the first place, and something very foolish…
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