I envied all the couples in my school. Every single one. It pained me each time I saw a couple. Just from the simple act of holding hands, cuddling or kissing, I felt a painful stab in my chest every day. Oh how I yearned for those things. I couldn’t control my eyes. They would always wander back to a couple and observe the most simplest of things. Like how their hands would automatically hold hands as though it was the most natural thing to do, how they would give each other extremely tight hugs when school ended. Those were the few things I wanted to do but knew I couldn’t. Those days where I couldn’t help but stare, those were the days were I tore my gaze away. It was difficult to do and heart breaking to do as well.

I remember the days where my friends would show me their texts with their partner. Showing me how they could convey their love in such playful harsh ways knowing that the other wouldn’t take it seriously since they see each other. Whenever I see their partner walking them to class, keeping them company before they had to do I even felt pain from even that, but hid it. I didn’t blame them for giving me this pain – they didn’t know.

All those days where I would just simply imagine the things that might happen; even having dreams of them! I would always wake up with so much joy but only to have reality sink in that it was only a dream. But even so, I clung onto that happiness for the rest of the day. I would try to make the most of it, trying to remember as much of the dream that I could so that my happiness would stay. It was possible to imagine me as a little child with candy, I was sometimes that happy.

Sometimes, there were nightmares. Nightmares that would cause me to wake up in the middle of the night in tears. Those nightmares I try to forget but I could never get rid of. It was always somewhere at the back of my head, haunting me. Even if I could get rid of it for a little bit, it would always find a way to come back into my head making my heart clench with pain. I just wanted to curl into a ball and cry. Sometimes if they’re bad enough, it would give me the feeling of paranoia and wish what happens in my dream doesn’t happen in real life.

Then there was graduation. I couldn’t help but look at all the couples hanging together enjoying themselves. I tried to make the night memorable and fun but my eyes would always somehow trail over to couples. That night was probably one of my most painful nights ever. By the end of it, my heart was aching so much. It became unbearable. I would’ve broken down in front of anyone if it wasn’t for the fact it was a graduation and my will to not cry. I was really on the brink of crying then.

With school over, I could do anything I wanted because of schoolies. I had free time from then until I entered university which was in another three months. So I pretty much had three months of free time. I had planned to travel to a different city so with the money which I saved up from work, I booked my flight. I was really excited to go – packing things early, unpacking only to repack all over again. I just couldn’t stay still! I could finally stop experiencing all the heartache that I’ve kept bottled up. I had planned the trip for years now and it was finally coming true. Only a few knew of my trip; my family and a few others.

I was at the airport and getting ready to board the plane. I would occasionally look at my phone and check the time or any last messages. I didn’t receive any. Since this was my first time travelling to a place by myself I was starting to become anxious. Am I in the right waiting area? Do I have my passport? Will everything be okay? I checked and double checked if I had my passport and that I was in the right waiting area, but the only thing that I couldn’t calm myself on was that everything was going to be okay. I could only hope that after I got off at my destination, only then was everything going to be okay.

The plane ride was quick with no delays or anything. I was pretty sure I probably disturbed my fellow cabin mate but I couldn’t help, I was just too restless. I went to the baggage claim and took my suitcase. Since nothing I brought over needed to go through custom, I just walked straight out. Once I got out and was in the lounge, I could see all sorts of people waiting for their friend, partner, family or acquaintances. I walked around the area to see if there was anyone that I would recognise.

Then I found the person I was looking for. I saw you. The one and only reason why I was in a different city. The only person I was willing to go through all that suffering for. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was staring at you or you were just looking around but once you moved your head in my direction, our eyes locked. I saw confusion pass through your face but it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. I didn’t blame you; it was hard to recognise someone you’ve never met before. You walked towards me before opening up your arms. Without any hesitation, I ran into your arms, hugging you tightly with you returning the hug with the same amount of force if not more. With the feeling of bliss that ran through me I knew it was all worth it. It was worth the two years of suffering.

Everything was worth it now that I’m here with you, the one I love.

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Creator:

Well then. Not really a story I wanted to post but I might as well post it since I ended up typing it. Haha. It's a story I wrote while I was pretty much upset the whole time. Yeah... Please don't comment unnecessary things on this. Thanks.

Story created on: 15 October 2013

Story completed on: 18 October 2013

Story posted on: 19 October 2013

    Copyrighted by Creator; any similarities are by coincidence.

        Take anything from this story and the Creator will personally find you and slaughter you. ^^

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