Plain agony

First, it was you flirting all around with your tricks, gaining chuckles of laugher and blushed cheeks. You amused them, teased them, till it was impossible for them not to fall in love with you. Then again, for the forth time I’ve noticed since the betrothal, you did it again. First it was that coin trick, which you turned a simple penny into a bunch of velvet flowers. Then, you pretend to pull out the same coin, which was neatly hidden in the tight grasp of your right palm, from your shirt pocket. Through sly and sleek moves, you allow the coin to once again magically disappear between the palms of your hand, and then causing it to surface from one of the pockets of the girls’ skirts. And after this, a few pairs of hands from your giggle audience will applaud, while others try to hid their excitement and blushes as you leave them a kiss on their cheek. That’s the way to a girl’s heart you’ll tell me when I tell you that the behavior is inappropriate. And as if I did not feel the punch of your all so insensitive words you continue, they are my pride and my passion. Every stolen heart is another trophy gained. I hate you, I hate your attitude, I hate your lifestyle.

Then it was my best friend. Just last year when we first met we were overjoyed to know that our dreams were so similar. And hence we planned, trained, played and studied together. First we would conquer the inter school intra state touch rugby matches, then the ironman triathlon, which we will be satisfied just by completing it and coming in last together, then it would be entering the semifinals of the FINA championships, and performing duets together in the various piano festivals. All was smooth until that guy appeared. He gave her gifts, took up her time, caused her to be ridiculously obsessed with her already perfect appearance, and the worst of all he made her desert me and our plans. Now, everyday after school she would be hurrying off to meet him leaving no time for us to catch up at all. When ever we meet on the way to class, she will ask about my interstate ice-skating championships, and for the past 6 weeks I’ve been giving the same reply that it was over and I came in 2nd overall. She claims that he is the pure, shining and ever true light of her world but anyone else can see that it’s destroying her slowly.

I’m lonely, hurt. And this fear, coops me up in bed, restricting me from venturing out into a beautiful world I know.