You must have met him!
on that fateful day, when you were too depressed to wear make-up and too tired to put on a smile.
and despite the fact that you were aware how ordinary you must look, he walks up to you from nowhere, looks into your eyes, and says 'you are such a beautiful girl'. In an innocent way that doesn't let you suspect he is hitting on you.
you smile, say thank God and keep walking.
then later in the evening, when you were happier, and made-up, you strolled down to buy drinks with your girlfriend's and who do you met but him and his boyfriends.
he smiles when he sees you, asks you to come over, and says to his friends 'this is the girl i told you guys about' and you wonder, what could he have told them about you, he doesn't even know your name.
and his friends are like 'oh, the pretty girl from this morning, you weren't exaggerating'.
you take a better look at him. he is definitely handsome,he is tall, he is reserved, even shy...
and then you tell him your name, and meet his friends, and he meets your friends. he gets your number, and from then he really starts to hang around you.
you discover you like him as a person but he would do too bad as a boyfriend. First he is a good boy and you like bad boys, and secondly,he just seems to be willing to lay down his life to please you, yet you seem to value the things that play hard to get.
so from the start you know, this isn't just gonna work. but then he is too nice to ask you out too soon, so for a six whole months, he just keeps hanging around, buying you stuffs, pleasing you.
then one day, he sees you hanging out with this Micheal-the-bad guy and he realizes he has no right to stop you. he says hello to both of you and goes away.
then later that evening he comes to your room and starts to mumble some incoherent things. you know he is asking you out, but you can't just make any sense from the words he is saying.
you pretend like you don't understand, because he is too nice for you to reject him, yet you don't exactly want him.
'I don't understand what you are saying' you lie
it was painful enough for him to say the first time, so he gets angry and asks
'how can't you understand'. then stalks home.
you are relieved it is finally over, but the next morning, he is at your door with gifts, apologising for how things ended the night before. you love the gesture and wish that Micheal-the-bad-boy could learn how to pull romantic stunts like this.
you know you can't keep leading good boy on, so you reject his gifts, and tell him in plain english
'I can't date you'
'why, but i love you' he says
'I don't love you' you say, and it breaks your heart to say it, cuz those aint words you like to say to anyone, most especially to a really nice person.
but he surprises you with his reply
'it doesn't matter, my love would be enough for both of us, and one day, you would finally learn to love me'
'I can't learn it' you say 'you aint ...'you can't risk saying 'you aint just my type so you say...
'it's better to stop all these now, all the gifts and stuff, cuz we'd never be anything'
and he says
'how can you say that after everything we've been through'
everything you've been through? you wonder if there was some part you missed. what have you been through? he sees the question on your face and replies
'Have you forgotten the beginning? i remember the very first day i met you. you wore a black skirt, a yellow top, and a flat sandal. you wore no make-up, yet you looked so beautiful, and i saw you from the shop where i had gone to buy a wristwatch and i left the shop i walked up to you and said "'you look so beautiful". can you remember your reply...'?
you can't remember so he says
'you said "Thank God, then you smiled and walked away, can you remember where you were going...'
you can't remember so he says
'i followed you, you were going to...'
you are really flattered by this devotion, yet you can't stop wishing it was Micheal the bad boy who would pay attention to all these details instead.
you finally find a way of getting good boy to go home broken hearted, and once he is home, all his friends start to call you.
'how could you do this?' And all of a sudden you realise that everyone except you, had assumed you were dating goodboy. and you try to put the pieces together, hanging out with his friends, accepting his gifts, maybe that was their idea of dating. it didn't matter that he never officially asked you out, that you two didn't do or discuss anything personal together.
later that day he comes back to your room again. you don't let him in. you stand at the door to discuss
'are you still breaking up with me' he asks
you get angry
'why are you using the term breaking up, i never even dated you, how can you lie to everyone else and lie to yourself too'
and he says
'is there anything i do wrong, anything at all, tell me and i would change'
and in your mind you are like, 'you are too nice, that's your problem.
as if he reads your thought, he curses you, strings of hot angry curses
'i know girls like you, you run away from people that truly love you, and then you end up in the hands of players who would mistreat you and break your heart...'
you are surprised and glad at the same time, atleast now you know he is capable of cursing. and now you have a reason to slam the door to his face.
but long after he is gone, you lay on your bed and ponder on his last words. he had been perfect, he had everything you wanted in a guy, maybe too much of everything, he was certainly good, but yet somehow your heart lay with Micheal. Micheal the bad boy,Micheal the one who would one day break your heart, but then you don't mind
your love would be enough for you and Micheal.
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