A Distant Stranger

Imagine you are used to someone’s presence and you can’t imagine life without them. They cross your mind throughout the day, you speak regularly and you enjoy each other’s company. Gradually either of you make an effort to keep in touch. It isn’t a case where you are too busy, something has changed and you can’t put your finger on it. You still care about them and you hope things will be back to normal. Before you know it, the regular contact turns into irregular contact and then it suddenly turns into no contact at all.

Someone from my past came to mind the other morning. It was a dream I had the previous night that triggered my thoughts. I had spent quite some time getting to know this person and we slowly grew apart. We would still talk occasionally, in attempt to hold onto what was already lost. Then reality kicked in after a while and I had to accept that things would never be the same.

"People will forget what you said, people will 
forget what you did, but people will never 
forget the way you made them feel!".

There is so much truth in this quote! Funnily enough I vaguely recall what exactly happened back then, but I can remember exactly how I felt!

How does someone you speak to almost everyday become a distant stranger?

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He’s So Fine & So Not Mine!

In response to: The Daily Prompt

I’ve never really had a type. I like what I like! It wasn’t necessarily his physical attributes that attracted me to him. Although I couldn’t ignore his cute little dimples when he smiled or the intense eye contact between us as we spoke. I often looked down at the floor in fear of my eyes giving it all away. He would ask why I kept looking away and I would say “I don’t like people looking at me” or ” I’m shy”. As time went by we spoke more often, we got on so well and we realised how similar we actually were.

He is the kind of person you can open up to immediately, he listens, offers advice and I never feel like he is judging me. He makes me laugh like no other, he always offers a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on. I don’t know what it is, but whenever I see him I automatically smile on the inside! He is the first person I want to share my good news with.

I pretend that the thought of us has never crossed my mind, when deep down I know it has! I’m constantly reminded that he is a good guy; I have always known this, I’ve kept my feelings hidden and in the dark. I want to talk to him near enough all the time, but I resist as if it’s crime to talk to the one I miss.

Sometimes it feels like there is something in the air, I often wonder if I’ve missed the hints or if  I’m over thinking this.

Maybe I should give it time or convince myself that staying friends is fine! Should I stop myself from revealing how I’ve been feeling?

hearts

He’s so fine and so not mine.