The real her was here to stay. I tried to assume that it was only for sometime but the truth.She had been pretending all that while and the moment of glory was now over.How could she? Why did she have to act ‘cool’ all that while? I mean I was ready to handle any character. She was enough. More than enough but why did she have to be someone she wasn’t? It pains though not like before.But maybe this was meant for a confirmation-someday (I am probably living in the ‘foretold someday’). Or maybe that’s why. That’s why things had to be wind up 24/7. Who cares though! Oops! maybe that sounds rude but to be realistic lemme ask you. Would you prefer to deal with a real person or deal with a pretender only to realize someday that their face was masked?? Keep the answer. You also feel the pinch.

You know that moment when you are so deeply in love with someone. 100% it’s them for a lifetime.And you are just not sure how to express it. As if that’s not enough.You feel stupid before their sight. It feels weird right? I mean you get so confident that you can cross oceans for them but you just don’t know how to sink it into their brainless heart.On the contrary you also know that moment you deeply hate someone for pretense such that their sight chokes you.Hearing them makes you uncomfortable and a dream about them is a nightmare. These things are real.The ‘hates and loves’ are strong too.As time goes by you begin to get  what it means by the line between love and hate is very thin.

Well the little I do remember is the much i have forgotten. How one day someone appeared out of nowhere. I am probably in my mid ages. And so i give myself an opportunity into overcoming my unknown fears.If you ask me over and over, i can’t explain what it was.Must have been something crooked but mmmh! that sounds bad…not really … how about if i call it a foundation. Yeah! It is on the same foundation i wished to build on.Too bad.

Just like any  other guy- Point of correction, just like me because am not just like any other guy. I wanted to learn a lot ranging from trials and errors but truth be told i never wanted to find myself in any guilt out of it.i wanted to teach her so many things. I wanted to get taught in how to deal with girls. After all i was from a family of boys; had never felt what it feels like to have a sister leave alone a ‘special someone’. But however things were, i always had my conscience alert. No mistakes.

A small history: She was pretty in her own ways despite the fact that she always claimed- the beautiful ones are yet to be born. I never contradicted the say although I hated to hear it especially from her. On matters of height, i can’t tell whether she was taller but from what i know, she always made me feel taller 24/7. But that was then. She was also possessive in someway and i suppose the possessive character played a great role in keeping me on my toes for long. It felt good though. But i still don’t get it how she juggled the mask and the possesive character in one basket. And i suppose am no longer interested in knowing how she did it. I wanted to be her Romeo but she gave me so many reasons of doubting whether she would fit in into being the ‘Perfect Juliet’.Not because she wasn’t good enough but her character of being torn in between making me a priority or an option.i just didn’t feel like i would survive the storm that would befall me in the deep-sea.

So i left not because i wanted to but it was best for me.And much can’t be said because she couldn’t pretend anymore.

Xoxo.