A myth unproven
Jul 21, 2017 · 2 min read

Don’t fool yourself ; love yourself

She said, “There’s something weird about that thing you wrote the other day “

“Well, I like writing and conveying a meaning that I do not speak out loud “ he replied in a cryptic fashion.

She knew he was hiding something, and she challenged him to a duel. A duel of words and feelings neither were prepared for.

16 dinners and 24 coffees later, he knew her inside out, yet he didn’t.

He noticed the curl in the smile and subtle fluctuation of high pitched sound when she got excited.

He noticed the stray strand of hair over face, that he so wanted to tuck back behind her ear.

The harmony of her laugh when he cracked a silly joke sounded so pure, he recorded it in his mind.

But he had no idea what goes on in her mind. It was impossible to guess what she would do.

When he was busy falling for her details, she was intrigued by his charisma.

She knew five things about him, three of which were conditional.

She knew his characteristics, his mannerisms, his extravagant portrayal of a carefree soul.

But she knew nothing of his soul, none of his thoughts could be seen by her.

This story isn’t about love, it’s about health and relation. A relation that was doomed to fail from the start.

They were perfect for each other, no doubt. They complimented each other in weird way, vodka to red bull. One gets you energized, the other wasted.

They pondered life and love together. Saw the world together.

But it didn’t feel right.

She thought, how could I love someone, yet not know them?

She said one day, “I shouldn’t have let myself get close to you. We are similar, yet different. We never loved each other, we just found comfort when we needed it. “

He was appalled. “Why does it have to end? “

“It never started “ she said, silent tears in her eyes, but real ones in his.

He felt evil laughing hyenas in his head laughing at him, for not seeing through her.

But how could he, when he was in love with her for that very reason. Broken he was, shattered to a million pieces.

Never give yourself completely to anyone, unless you know they are willing to do the same.

But how could one possibly know that? It’s a risk you’re supposed to take, one knowing the kind of loving, care giving, old soul you are, knowing that you can get hurt more than normal people admit, you still go for it.

He never communicated well with others, he couldn’t give what people want, a beautiful lie.

He was pained by the truth, and stuck to it. Not the pain, the truth.

He carries the truth, hoping to find someone who will accept it.

Today he found that someone.

It was himself.

This story was written to focus on self help and mental health. RIP Chester

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