Falling Faster
She sat on the ledge all alone. Her friends were having fun while fooling around. Silence and solitude were her only company. She needed no one and nothing, only time to think things through. the inevitable arrived all too soon and she felt like crying.
"How does one heal a broken heart?" she wondered.
She looked up to find someone new joined the crowd of her friends. She knew him for some time now. He smiled, she stared. Her heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second. Then another inevitable event occurred. She felt herself falling.
He is neither handsome nor smart. He seemed quite childish and immature. He's not her own version of perfection. But she loved his smile. The way he laughed. He isn't the type of person she usually liked, and yet this felt easy. Liking him felt easy.
It's a lot easier. It's a lot more convenient. Liking someone and not expecting anything. Liking someone knowing she cant have him. It's just like breathing. Simple. Easy. Breathing.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Inhale. Exhale.
She liked him. She doesn't love him. She simply, liked him. He can never replace the person that used to occupy that big gaping hole in her heart, but with him around, forgetting the hole seems a lot easier. Ignoring the pain seemed next to nothing. It's lke the hole isn't even there anymore.
She looked at him a second longer, then she smiled. Maybe, just maybe, liking him wouldn't be so bad. Maybe she needs this. Maybe liking someone else is all she needs. Maybe after all this, it will feel better. A broken plate cannot be fixed. The cracks wont disappear. But you can always buy a new plate right?
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His smile makes everything go away. I wonder if he knows the effect he has on me.
"How does one heal a broken heart?" she wondered.
She looked up to find someone new joined the crowd of her friends. She knew him for some time now. He smiled, she stared. Her heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second. Then another inevitable event occurred. She felt herself falling.
He is neither handsome nor smart. He seemed quite childish and immature. He's not her own version of perfection. But she loved his smile. The way he laughed. He isn't the type of person she usually liked, and yet this felt easy. Liking him felt easy.
It's a lot easier. It's a lot more convenient. Liking someone and not expecting anything. Liking someone knowing she cant have him. It's just like breathing. Simple. Easy. Breathing.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Inhale. Exhale.
She liked him. She doesn't love him. She simply, liked him. He can never replace the person that used to occupy that big gaping hole in her heart, but with him around, forgetting the hole seems a lot easier. Ignoring the pain seemed next to nothing. It's lke the hole isn't even there anymore.
She looked at him a second longer, then she smiled. Maybe, just maybe, liking him wouldn't be so bad. Maybe she needs this. Maybe liking someone else is all she needs. Maybe after all this, it will feel better. A broken plate cannot be fixed. The cracks wont disappear. But you can always buy a new plate right?
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His smile makes everything go away. I wonder if he knows the effect he has on me.
This entry was posted by Kath Macapagal, on
Thursday, July 23, 2009.
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