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No.1
Jan 23rd 20xx
Today is our first date. Dinner went quite smoothly, but he did not remember my name even though I had mentioned it twice, first was when he asked my phone number, and second time was when the waiter asked my name to mark the order.
He gave me flowers before we separated. They were roses. I love roses!
No.1
Jan 31st 20xx
Not another date but we are just maintaining our connection through messages. I sent him some of my favorite music videos and he only reacted with the available emoji. I think I expected more, such as him using a lyric of the song to reply to me.
He sent me his favorite songs too. I’ve heard that when someone shares their playlist with you, it means they want to get closer to you. Is that true, in this situation?
No.1
Feb 5th 20xx
He disappeared. I mean, his accounts were green but we have said nothing. It has been for days, and I have no idea why this is happening. I know we both need private space, however, has he forgotten about me?
He gave me his apology for vanishing. Maybe he needs more time than I have thought? Was I a bit too selfish and merciless?
No.1
Feb 10th 20xx
I have written a lot about him, and I guess he understood it. Since when has he become my inspiration? Even though I was not ever mentioned in his words to others, why did I make him my muse?
No.2
Feb 26th 20xx
Everything has stayed the same for all this long. It should be, shouldn’t it? I just feel like he is not intending to take any actions to prove me… or simply, he does not want to?
He told me to wait. Was I a bit too rushed? Probably. I do not want to make it harsh for him, how much I wish we can overcome it together.
No.2
March 20th 20xx
Another month has passed, and we are still what we have so far been. This morning I came across his recent post about his past one. Healing takes time… Yeah it must. But what about me?
No.3
April 14th 20xx
I told him about my accident yesterday, and what I received was “You should be more careful next time”. Even after my bleeding photos were sent, they seemed to trigger no worries in him. Right, people with a hurt leg would never give a damn about others’ hurt leg.
He does not have to show that he cares… I guess this is only my own business to deal with. I’d better take care of my wounds first.
No.3
May 28th 20xx
He texted me that he had to go to sleep, so I wished him goodnight. But a few later I saw his account with online status. Of course it is normal, it is not like everytime you close your eyes you would sleep immediately. So I asked whether he was feeling hard to sleep, and the message was left unreplied for days.
After seeing a grievous post of mine he wanted to make sure if I was doing fine. Well, I was not, so I told him so. He gave me another apology. What was that for? I was not even angry.
No.3
June 20th 20xx
I wanted to know more about his days and his life, I wanted to let him know more about mine as well. I have questioned him tons of things though I was questioned not a single one. He said I could tell him whenever I wanted to, nonetheless, no never he meant to hear it.
No.4
July 9th 20xx
Today I sent him a photo of me sipping coffee photo, he complimented my look as always. But one thing was unusual. “I am currently dating someone.” He texted. “I want to be friends with you.” Continued he. What about his previous “You are the biggest gift I was endo-
Caroline dropped her pen on the diary sheet and stared at her phone screen. It is July 9th. It has been 6 months. She mumbled to herself. Then her pupils rolled through the blackish lines she had been writing ever since. Her sight blurred as the glance got lower on the page, but she tried to restrain herself from kneeling on the sudden burst in her heart. Raindrops were dancing on the corrugated roof passionately, whilst Caroline was dancing to her high-as-drug music style after including some last words on the ivory paper.
No.1 and only
HE NEVER ASKED ME OUT FOR A SECOND DATE.
In the stupor caused by unnamed pain and her favorite compositions, her hands seeked for the silent phone and sent out a text before deleting every possible thing not to make the affliction stronger.
“I wish you happiness. Goodbye.”
Well, life. People always have their own right to stay or to leave, once they do not feel connected any longer, or whenever they have the reason to do so. There are many types of relationships that we find it hard to give them appropriate names, but even without a name, they happen in our journey, from past to present, from present to future. Sometimes it is unbearable to talk about someone who promised to stay, then ended up packing their things away. Sometimes it is unexplainable to figure out the answers for the wonders they have left behind them but inside us. Sometimes it is impossible to choose an appellation for the one who did not make a commitment but stayed beside us like the half of our broken hearts. We are not that wise to clarify the way our feelings function, or to give an acceptable excuse for the undone stories. But that is life. There are fates that would settle down with each other, however, there are also fates that mean to be the loners until the end of their lifetime after hundreds of touches with others. It is neither our fault nor their fault, yet the final answer only the makers would carry with them. It is time to let go of the phantoms of the past, to complete the right timing lessons they have brought to us, so that we can move to our rightest moment.
I, a teenager with a burning desire, that everyone would eventually meet their rightest moment in life, by all means.
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This was brought to me by the prompt "2 truths 1 lie", yet this is not a nonfiction or a fiction. I would call it a based-on-true-story piece to be precise.
Which details do you think is true? Otherwise, which do you think is unreal, my dear writing friends?
Hello greetings what a beautiful writing and the way you share it
This person didn't even try to create any connection. You just waited, hoping one day he will. And it turned as exact as you feared and dreaded. I am sorry. 😔
Maybe it was only me who held onto my own hope and expectation while he was trying to show me things were just my hallucination.
Thank you for your comment, I wish you a happy day 💕
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It would be nice to wish that these unpleasant encounters were not true, but to guess the lie, the "accident" is what strikes as untrue.
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Have a nice day:)Hello @sapphireissafy this is an intriguing story with a painful series of events with a love encounter that I would not wish for my enemy. It's as if the character was ghosted yet given hot and cold conflicting emotions.
@theinkwell actually, I was inspired by the prompt but in this story there are more than "2 truths and 1 lie", that's why I didn't put the tag here.
And I am sorry to let you know you have guessed it wrong for the lies 🤭 I will reveal one first: the date was not real.
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oh dear Safy...
I didn't look comments yet, just incase you might write that 1 lie. Maybe it's a bit silly, but sometimes I see me in your writings and I see you in mine. In some words. In some pain.
I got two guesses;
This was a lovely lesson. Waiting... The pain and also that sweet rush. But somtimes, we have to rush things so we can see or understand that person.
Have a nice day/night.
There are more than 2 truths and 1 lie here actually. Congratulations for your first correct answer, the date was a lie. But the text was real, unfortunately.
Well you know, we need to sadden something to cope with the pain we are carrying, but at end of the tunnel I always try to see a beam of light. Even though it might be the blood 8th color of the rainbow. Sorrow is a great writing inspiration, however, I feel bad to spread my grief without giving a solution for it. To be more precise, for myself.
I once was a brokenhearted sparrow too, yet I had carried the heavy stone all around until I found myself in me instead of something called "love" which I have never gained. So I am in my transformation, slow and painful, aching but comfortable.
Funny is I said you would transform into a phoenix someday, but myself is not gonna become one, my dear Beril. I will become a white butterfly instead, to bloom the world around a newborn phoenix 🌼
I hoped “I wish you happiness. Goodbye.” would be a lie. I really wished this. After a time, one might get bitter, edgy and merciless with people. I amnot afraid to say that I did. At some point, I was too nice, too forgiven for my own good. And with reading this old me and reacting with new me, I really hoped would be a lie...
I carried a hope with my tenth note. But little I forgot you were a sparrow trying to find a home.
Even though we see only blood, aren't all the colors a new color with that sight? Sparrow's blood spilled everywhere but is there somewhere isn't stained? Can I or can we find it somewhere else beside our other wing?
Oh my lovely Safy, all this blood, all this colors... We can see them on our new ways to find love. They did not stain our ways but changed them for our own good. Someday, I believe, we will learn to use it well... And your stained about to give birth cocoon and my stained sharp notes will guide us to our own good.
I hope I will see your beautiful wings even though you cannot see them... At the same time I got a feeling, that cocoon of yours began to show your magnificent wings by rupturing.
I believe we have our ways to deal with things, Beril. I know many of us would choose to become edgy and bitter after times of crumbles, and you did too. But I am trying not to let my softness change, I can be merciless to myself even though I wouldn't be to other people. At the end of the day, who doesn't want love?
Do not worry about the blood, as long as our wings aren't broken, we would still fly further than we can imagine, fly to the land which hasn't been stained in blood. That's the place where your mesmerizing feathers would flap freely amongst the flowers I would have pollinated.
Yes it did, and yours too, my dearest. As you saw it in me, I saw the same thing in you.
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