Her phone vibrated.
Call me when you're on your way.
She sighed and thought about the evening with dread.
Call me when you're on your way.
She sighed and thought about the evening with dread.
I'd rather just stay in bed and sleep.
Opening her closet, she quickly skimmed through her clothes. It was cold outside. She didn't feel
like socializing, faking smiles, and looking pretty. She grabbed her long-sleeved grey woolen dress and a pair of purple tights.
She always found a way to distract herself. Whether it was some light shopping or spending the day with one of the girls. Her number one rule nowadays was to not get too attached. After all, everyone whom she had ever gotten close to seemed to find a way to hurt her. I never allowed myself to miss you.
Opening her closet, she quickly skimmed through her clothes. It was cold outside. She didn't feel
like socializing, faking smiles, and looking pretty. She grabbed her long-sleeved grey woolen dress and a pair of purple tights.
She always found a way to distract herself. Whether it was some light shopping or spending the day with one of the girls. Her number one rule nowadays was to not get too attached. After all, everyone whom she had ever gotten close to seemed to find a way to hurt her. I never allowed myself to miss you.
She took her time while applying her makeup. Slowly contemplating...
She was went out all the time, forcing herself to socialize, going out with random people, studying when there was nothing to study for, hanging out with mutual friends... She didn't have time to miss him. She repressed the memory of him. Them, for far too long.
She remembered the box he got her. She got up and went to her dresser.
She took out the little brown box from the back of her sock drawer and slowly opened it. It was still there. Shiny and sparkling in the light.
As she was taking it out; the memory of him overwhelmed her.
I can't. I just can't. I miss you too much. I miss how your smell, your laugh, the way you say"okay" like you meant it, your obsession about everything football..
She put it back, got up and finished getting ready. As she left, she wiped a tear that seemed to escape.
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Repression is just a defense mechanism, the memory is bound to catch up with us.
18 comments:
no dont say that - repression is a method of getting over the past - u push it so far back in ur "drawer" of memories that eventually u forget it was there and it backs back behind the drawer where u cant reach it
But that doesn't mean the memory isn't there anymore...
Welcome to my blog ;P
I like it. Keep away from the dialogue style that everyone seem to think is a correct way of writing a story. A good dialogue requires a good performance to make worthwhile.. written fiction is totally different.
It likes you.
Who said anything about fiction.. ;P
Thank you =)
I LOVE your blog!
I'm not really that patriotic, hell, I'm not patriotic at all! but I love the fact that you're Saudi, it makes me all giddy inside. YIP DEE DOO!
My blog loves you too ;P
Lol maybe there's a bit of hidden patriotism in all of us or is that just wishful thinking?
Ehh, definitely wishful thinking :P
Random question: "It’s not always rainbows and butterflies"
Did you, by any chane, use this quote from Maroon 5's "She Will Be Loved"?
Yup ;P
It's not always rainbows and butterflies but compromise that moves us along ♪
Must. Not. Go. Psycho. Music. Nazi. On. You.
I was forced to go to their Dubai concert -_- hmph.
Hehe, I'm a music junkie.
I listen to everything =)
Finally!!!!
This is odd..I have a box too 0_0.. Except it's right next to my nightstand.. a note she wrote, a tissue with her kiss marks, and heh etc..
Repression fails, Kung Fu "!" it!
Ahh she has a note too, one she hasn't read in a while...
You should post too!!
Are you updating anytime soon?
Soon. ;)
Ahhh.."repression is just a defense mechanism" so true..push it back and bury it under layers of "i don't care" and "i'm over it" attitudes..but somehow every once in a while..it seems to creep up on you when you least expect it..bringing you back to square one again!
Love your blog! Keep up the good work!
Denial tends to bite you in the ass when you least expect it IT RESURFACES!
Thank youuuuu :D
realistic scenery of most of relationships :)
i love this part
Aww thank you :)
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