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It’s her.

We’ve never been friends. But I admired her.

She’s beautiful—though she always denies that—and she’s very intelligent yet never boastful. She’s down-to-earth and very shy despite of what she is. She’s the kind of girl who you would love to respect. Back then, I always opened the door for her whenever I found an opportunity. I sometimes wished that I could help her carry her bag. I know it was weird, but she’s that kind of girl, a girl that for some reason, you would love to help.

She’s a girl who sees herself as strong, but everyone sees her as vulnerable. But maybe she really is strong inside, I only saw her cried once. At that time, I had hoped that I could be on her side to comfort her, but it was forbidden for me, so I just contented myself on sitting with her on the same table on our Laboratory class, while I pretended to talk with some of her group mates.

We’ve never been friends. But looking back, I now hope that I did some effort to be at least one of her friends. But that would be difficult for me, because there was a hindrance at that time; I was on a difficult relationship.

Anyway, I saw her yesterday. It was just an accident; I was on the mall buying some things when I felt a light tapped on my arm. For some reason, I knew it would be her even if I haven’t yet seen her. And indeed, there she was, smiling at me. Then, I instantly felt relaxed like how I always feel whenever I’m near to her.

She was alone at that time, and she was wearing this flowing knee-length dress that really looked beautiful on her. I said hi to her, and she said hi to me. We talked for a while, she said that she was really glad that she saw me again and she wanted to give me something. I watched at her as she fumbled on the contents of her bag. Then she gave me an elegantly looking card.

We’ve never been friends, but after looking at the card, I felt we’re strangers now.

 

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This is my entry for Inspiration Monday XXIX of BeKindRewrite. This is my first time to join their writing prompt, as I just accidentally saw their site, and I used the “We’re strangers now” prompt.

P.S. (1) I feel weird putting this one in my blog. For some unknown reason, it just really feels queer. Anyway, I still decided to publish it.

P.S. (2) My title is It’s her (with an apostrophe). It’s frustrating that Vertigo WordPress Theme just doesn’t support apostrophe, parenthesis, and colon on the title.

8 Comments

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    Pink Woods

    August 14, 2011

    Oh, I wonder why it really feels weird! Even after publishing this, I feel like deleting this!! Ugh. There’s something in this post that really gives me a weird feeling, like, like, I don’t know. I know that this isn’t a strong story, but I never doubted publishing any of the thing I wrote before (even those that really sucks). Except this one.

    It just feels really weird. Like something. Oh, I couldn’t even put a name on it!

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    It's My Thoughts

    August 14, 2011

    aw this is such a sweet sad story… don’t delete it.. i think i can see why you feel weird.. it’s very raw and simply written.. like straight from your heart but also while reading this.. it feels like it’s someone very young innocent telling of a sweet first love… that not even he knows what he is really feeling at that time… and then the realisation of it all…

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      Pink Woods

      August 15, 2011

      Thank you It’s my thoughts!! Well, I really didn’t intend this story to come up like that, but since you’ve like it, thank you! And I’m glad you’ve came by my site. 🙂

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    bekindrewrite

    August 16, 2011

    Don’t delete it! I like this. A good character sketch, covering how she saw herself and how others saw her and felt around her. Nice work!

    Welcome to InMon!!!

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      Pink Woods

      August 16, 2011

      Than you bekindrewrite…or is it Stephanie right? 🙂 Thank you, I enjoy thinking hard of what story to do with your prompts! More power to your blog.

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    MyWordsWhisper

    August 16, 2011

    I really like this. One of your lines “She’s a girl who sees herself as strong, but everyone sees her as vulnerable” made me think long and hard. We do see ourselves differently than others see us.

    I enjoyed your post. Thank you!

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      Pink Woods

      August 16, 2011

      Yup, most of the time we do see ourselves differently! And I’m glad you like my story. Thanks MyWordsWhisperer! 🙂

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