Monday, July 30, 2012

How The Cookie Crumbles…


"Smile like there's nothing wrong, talk like everything is perfect, act like its all a dream, and pretend its not hurting you."


 
Once upon a time in a land not so far away lived a boy and a girl who have quite a history. The boy and girl grew closer from the onset of their second meeting.
They would chat and talk to each other almost everyday or every other day for hours on end without awkward silences. It was beautiful to watch if I say so myself.

The Girl thought they were going somewhere with it until she woke up one morning to find the boy had listed himself in a relationship with some hussy and it wasn’t her! As expected, the girl was quite distraught. She mulled it over; left, right and center trying to find a reason why? Why with someone else and not her? Could she have read it all wrong? Was it because of the fight they had had? But fights are supposed to make you stronger not to weaken the bond. As she recalled, they had successfully mended fences after the fight and everything was back to normal. Why this and Why now? All the signs had pointed to getting together even if they never actually had “the talk”.

She put everything that had happened down to reading too much into the signs when clearly it was all in her head. A consultation with her best friends told her otherwise. He was into her just as she was judging by prior actions. Actions speak louder than words sometimes but when it comes to matters of the heart, the talk needs to be had.

The girl felt like confronting the boy upon finding him listed but thought otherwise. You do not confront someone on something you have never talked about. She then contemplated telling him how she felt but it was a little too late. Doing so would put the two of them in an extremely awkward situation therefore killing the friendship. How do you survive something like that? She decided to keep it to herself and went on being the ‘good friend’ she is. Besides, her brother had once told her that for boys, there is safety in numbers. He can say the same things to three different girls later settling with the one who gave in first. The not so best woman won in this insistence.

Even if it kills her a times, she holds onto who she is. Fine, she misses the endless talking on the phone. The texts and well…the thought that she is talking to him and no one else. But hey, the cookie had to crumble at some point, right?

The boy and the girl occasionally talk though not as frequently. At the back of their minds, they both know it will never be right as rain like before not until the boy talks about the elephant in the room. The girl, however much she wants to bring it up can’t dare to. No! It is his business and therefore he has to be the one to bring it up.

THE END!

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