Showing posts with label love sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love sick. Show all posts

In Illusion...(the story)

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Kelly was lying down. An appropriate thing to do at past one after midnight. Not asleep yet but thinking and pondering upon the days events. She asked the same question to the walls everyday, every single stinking day. Of course she received no answer.
She had loved one, and only one man this dearly. He complimented her so well. It was obvious that they were meant to be. Her friends teased her with his names. On such occasions she blushed and denied that claims. She joked with him as to how stupid her friends could be. He laughed with her too. And then he held her hands in his own and they would stargaze for as long as time and their moms would allow.
Everything was not so straight. Gosh! Guys are so dumb- Kelly often repeated. He still thought of her as only a friend. Somehow she knew he loved her. Maybe he was not saying it as he feared she might not reciprocate? How dumb.
Kelly had tried many times to remove that hesitation form his mind, although inconspicuously. She too had that “What if?” dilemma. She did not want to lose what she had with Kevin in want of a bit more. Being a girl who liked to pay her own bills, that is to say not quite a fan of chivalry, she still wanted him to make the first move.
Gosh! Why are guys so dumb! She thought, fluffed her pillow and tried to sleep. But it was impossible. Their conversation was playing in her mind. It was her birthday today. Kevin had called her at 12 and they had talked for an hour. They would have talked for more, thanks to their night calling plans, had he not had his exams. “Fucking exams!” she cursed. It had been her who forced him to hang up.
Probably I can live with this forever, Kelly wondered. Maybe not more but we can still be friends. We can still call each other up at ungodly hours. We can still continue our stargazing ritual. We could still casually flirt with each other, anytime. There was no problem.
But whatever. If he decided to move on and hook up with some other girl. The thought was unbearable to Kelly. No, he wont- she liked to think. He would at least give me one chance. Wont he? Why would he? She did not have any romantic control over him.
Maybe she should find someone else too…..or wait? She had been in this indecision for months now. But each time she thought about it, it brought the same amount of pain as it had done the first time. No one could take his place.
Boys! She was angry now. Let him go to hell. Oh chuck it I know he loves me! The dumbass doesn’t realize how much I would stake for those 3 words. She had long since decided that she wont be the first one to speak up. If he doesn’t do it soon enough now….I don’t know…
I’ll live in illusion….
And then she fell asleep.


In Illusion...

Sunday, December 26, 2010
I did it over and over
Every night before turning in to sleep
And then again in my dreams
Yet again in my day dream
Even more in every conscious moment
Like it was the only thing that mattered
Only fact that was obvious
I had fallen in love
And my word was bound by your gravity



Still I did not dare repeat the scene
That had played only a million times like a movie
In my head
For if you don’t approve
What shall I be?
If you thought we must part ways and never look back?
I would curse myself
Before, atleast you loved me
I could have lived my life
Yes
It would have been happier
Easier
In illusion….

MY PERFECT MAN!

Monday, December 20, 2010


On suggestion of a friend I have been watching How I Met Your Mother a lot these days. One of the things it said-obviously as a joke- has got a truth into it and it’s been bugging me ever since. It deals with relationships- on which I’m kinda self-proclaimed expert.

Usually most of the relationships have – quoting the scriptwriter of HIMYM - A Reacher and a Settler. How do these relationships survive is the biggest question I need to answer before I die. Seemingly the people who appear to be too into each other are under a brief spell of mutual infatuation.

Just put yourself in place of the “The Reacher” and “The Settler” and consider. It was something like this for me-


REACHER


Oh crap! Why does he have to look so good? All those girl look at him with that greedy expression. And the look they give me! scathing! Like, what is she doing there beside him! I could hit the hell outta those bitches! Still, they have got a point don’t they? What makes him love me …….?


Major feelings- insecurity, jealousy, self doubt

SETTLER


Seriously, what am I doing with this guy! He’s so damn boring! He’s got no personality. The only reason I loved him was because I thought his innocence was kinda cute. But maybe I cant hold on to that small fact and spend the rest of my life. The way he’s possessive about me now and his jealousy if I talk with another guy just pisses me off.

Major feelings- “I’m stuck”






How can anyone live with either of that? In many seemingly into-each-other couples I met(and I’m not naming anyone of them), I can point out The Reacher and The Settler.
Sometimes all I wanna tell them is- GET A LIFE PEOPLE! Find someone worth you.

The guy I want, my Perfect Man would be not the Prince neither would I be the Princess. Because seriously that sounds lame. *pukes*

What I want is someone equal. I guy who I can proudly call My Boyfriend without feeling ashamed or inadequate. When people see us together they say jealously - gosh look at them! Why can’t we be like them too?




Oh yeah baby, BRING IT ON!
GIMME MY MAHN!:P


 
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