hi guys........i came across this story a few days ago and decided to share it with you......its a non mjht short story with only one part......heres the story:
I watched the blue Toyota speed down my street and listened to the sound of the diesel engine fade. Tears collected in my eyes and trailed down my cheeks until I could taste them. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Making my way into the house, I quickly ran up the stairs, hoping that my brother wouldn't see the look of terror in my eyes. Luckily that rainy day, his eyes were glued on the T.V.
Plopping down on my unmade bed, I buried my face in my pillow. Light sniffles turned into cries, and cries in hysterics. I couldn't bear it; the pain was too strong and my heart was broken.
We had been seeing each other for three months and two days. I had never been so happy. We brought out the best in each other. But that day, he threw it all away, out of the window of his rusty blue Toyota, in a speech that still rings in my ears.
"I don't think we should see each other anymore….."His voice had trailed off. I wanted to ask him why, I wanted to scream at him, I wanted to hold him, but instead I whispered, "Whatever," afraid to look at him in the eyes because I knew I would break down.
I lay there crying all afternoon and into the afternoon feeling so alone, so upset, so confused. For weeks I cried myself to sleep, but in the morning I'd put a plastic smile on my face to avoid talking about all day. Everybody saw right through it.
My friends were concerned. They thought I would recover sooner than I did.
Even after months of my break up, when I heard a car drive up my street, I'd jump up to the window to see if it was him. When the phone rang, a chill of hope would run down my spine. One night I was cutting out magazine pictures and pasting them up on my wall, a car came up my street, but I was too preoccupied to notice that it was the car I had been waiting for over the last two months.
"Kim, it's me, it's …" it was him, calling me to come downstairs! On my way down, my heart was pounding and my thoughts were of reconciliation. He had seen the error of his ways. When I got outside, there he stood, as gorgeous as ever.
"Kim, I had come to return your sweater. You had left it at my house…remember?" I had forgotten all about it.
"Of course. Thank you" I lied. I hadn't seen him since the break up and it hurt—it hurt a lot. I wanted to be able to love him once again.
"Well I guess I'll see you just around then" he said. Then he was gone. I found myself alone in the darkness, listening to his car speed away. I slowly walked towards my room and continued to paste pictures on the wall.
For weeks I walked around like a zombie. I would stare at myself for hours in the mirror, trying to figure out what was wrong with me, trying to understand what I did wrong, searching for answers in the mirror. I'd talk to Rachel for hours. "Rachel, did you ever realize that when you fall in love, you only end up falling…" I'd say before breaking down in tears. Her comforting words did little but give me a reason to feel sorry for myself.
Pretty soon my sadness turned into madness. I began to hate him and blame him for my troubles, and I believed that he had ruined my life. For months I thought only of him.
Then something changed. I understood that I had to go on, and every day I grew a little happier. I even began seeing someone new!!
One day I was flipping through the wallet when I came upon a picture of him. I looked at it for a few minutes, reading his face like a book, a book that I knew I had finished and had to put down. I took out the picture and stuffed it in a cluttered drawer.
I smiled to myself as I realized I could do the same in my heart. Tuck him away in a special place and move on. I loved, I lost and I suffered. Now it was time to forgive and forget. I forgave myself also, because so much of my pain was feeling like I did something wrong. I know better now.
My mom used to tell me, "Kim, there are two kinds of people in this world: those who play hopscotch and sing in the shower, and those that lie alone at night with tears in their eyes." What I came to understand is that people have a choice as to which they want to be, and that each one of us is a both of little each.
That same day, I went outside and played hopscotch with my sister, and that night I sang louder than ever in the shower…..
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