"Try," I gave him my drink.
He slurped.
"It's good," He agreed with a nod.
"I think it's too sweet. And the jelly tastes like a cough drug," I raised my eyebrow a bit.
He shrugged, "Maybe. I'll go get the food," He stood up, and paused.
"I still keep her photos," with a rough touch he took out two polaroids out of his wallet and slightly threw them to me, then left.
I laughed. There, I saw 2 happy faces smiling widely at the camera.
"When was this?" I asked him when he came back.
"Don't really 'member. Months ago, I guess?"
I put back those photos into his wallet. "Keep it, okay?"
He laughed, "Okay!"
"We both knew why she left, right?"
He sighed, "I am an insensitive person and she hates it."
I chewed my chicken.
"Why can't people just say what they want and what they don't want?!" he exclaimed.
"I know, right. That's what exactly on my mind at this very moment," I starred longingly.
I starred back at him. "Do you miss her?"
"I do. Sometimes. Do you miss him?"
"I do. Many times."
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That conversation was based (or inspired?) by some chit-chats with one of my best-friend.
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I actually hate to write about love. It's cheesy.
You know, there's this little tingly feeling inside your stomach when you talk about love. Those butterflies. Maybe it's your oxytocine level that raises dramatically when you talk about love. You know, oxytocine, the hormone of love. It's actually so interesting to talk about oxytocine. Maybe I'll write about it later.
It's funny that humans are inhibiting every inch of this Earth and still wanting to reproduce over and over again. Our nature instinct is being greedy. Ever since we born, we already had a name of our soulmate written on our fate. Another instinct is to find them, like it or not. We fell in love, many times, and we realize, he/she wasn't the one. Then we left, to find another nest to live in.
Broken heart isn't something bad. Trust me, it's nature's way, or God's way, to tell you, No, it's the wrong pair!
To be sad, it's normal. Absolutely. 100%. And it sucks, breaking up. But the world keeps spinning and life must go on. I am lucky. I have many friends to support my back whenever I stumble, but you must be able to walk again on yourself, and that may be the hardest part.
The harder the journey, the worth it will be in the end. The more you struggle to keep your future bright, out there, your soul mate is also working their ass off to set their class higher; for you, for their family, for them-self. That's the cycle.
All I want to underline is that,
you cannot blame them for not understanding the way you behave,
you cannot blame yourself for not changing yourself they way they wanted you to be,
you cannot blame the universe for meeting you two.
Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes you meet someone then you just kinda hear that click! sound on your head, but sometimes you knew a person for years and still don't want to get any closer to them, or sometimes you meet someone and you suddenly knew that person is going to be your best-friend.
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"...he's a good guy," He nodded.
I shrugged heavily.
"The universe hates you."
I laughed.
"I once tell my mom about her, and there's one thing I clearly remember from that conversation,"
"What?"
"She told me to find a tall girl."
"What!" I chuckled.
"...and she's short. I guess that's just universe's way to say she's not the one," he shrugged with a big grin on his face.
"That's weird."
"I know, right!"
