The Mystery of You and I

The second week’s challenge is “OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE”. Writing short stories is out of my comfort zone because I like to write what I see, I don’t use my imagination a lot but I do admit that this story made me realize how wild my imagination is. The story’s title is “The Mystery of You and I”.

  

Before reading it I wanted to thank my mentor Shahd, Emirati Kinda Love Story writer (I’m not bragging. OKAY maybe a little!). I thank her because she taught me all of the great techniques of writing and I couldn’t be here without her. THANK YOU, I’m really grateful.

The story is out of my imagination, I’m not writing about anyone.

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“Dear you,

 I don’t know how did it start, or maybe I do but when exactly.. Not really.

When I look back at everything we had, I tell myself that I know when did it start but I don’t remember it. Maybe it started when I wanted to know why I hated you. Maybe it started when she told me who you are. Maybe it started when you told me you liked Merle Haggard. Maybe it started when you told me how you felt..

 Lot of starting points..

I wish I could get a pass to your mind to know when it started to you. Did it start when you knew who I am? Or when I smiled at you for the first time?      I WANT TO KNOW! You were always there but when I saw how you acted when I was around you that made me feel wanted and loved, sweetest feeling on earth.

I was scared, scared as hell! You got me overwhelmed. I didn’t fall for you. I didn’t at all because everything falls should break. I hate breaking. I just.. Loved you not at once but at the end I did. I loved you for asking me how was I doing every two hours, I loved you because you missed me every half an hour, I loved you cause your morning texts made me feel like a princess who woke up to find her prince charming around and still loving her. I loved you!!

Happens so fast and it never knocks the heart. At some point I don’t like part of you, do you know what part? The part that makes me think about how much my heart holds for you, it makes me mad. It makes mad because I don’t want my life to revolve around anyone, I was fine with the fact that my world was all about me. Since I knew you I forgot what it’s like to think about me all the time because “Me” turned to be defined by you.

It’s like you lifted me up, CHEESY! Like a Thursday morning when you wake up knowing that there’s something good to look forward to; you were that thing but the difference is that Thursday was one day only but your love was found every day.

Till I figure the reason that started it all..

I love you.”

Every time I reread this letter I feel my heart is aching. The pain visits every part of my body; starts in my heart then to mind and suddenly it’s all over my body. I shiver at night no blanket can warm my body and heart, agony sends cold vibes to my blood and mind, I close my eyes to picture your beauty and as I do the pain touches my veins to freeze them and all I can think of is that I should’ve not written this letter but I can’t blame myself cause at that time I didn’t think that this kind of misery will control my life, I thought we’ll last forever but boy I was wrong.

I still remember the first time I talked to him, he wasn’t that perfect and for some reason I hated him, I hated him so much that when I saw my phone beep I’d frown because I knew it was him, I hate the fact that I used to hate him because my hatred made me blind, I couldn’t see that beautiful part of him earlier. But I do remember when I started liking him, it was Wednesday evening I was sitting with my cousins, I got a text “I know how many brothers you got and I know you love country music…” he texted me all of the details that even my mum didn’t know about me. For other girls this might seem creepy but I smiled at that text because no one had ever made such an effort to know about me. Looking back at it made me live this line “On a Wednesday in a café, I watched it begin again”.. Then again pain takes over.

At the same night I came back home to see his text saying, “Sometimes we have feelings but we keep them because we don’t want to hurt ourselves.”

I told him: “You can’t keep those feelings forever because others might have feelings for you.”

Him: “Do you have any thing for me?”

“You tell me first!”

Him: “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be”

Him: “I do have feelings but you have to say it first!”

“Dude! I like you.”

Him: “Yes!! I love you too.”

I remember we stayed up the entire night texting each other till I fell asleep.. I woke up at 8AM to a text “I miss you beautiful” I was stunned because no one have ever treated me that way and I do remember telling him to stay the same, he promised he would but he broke it..

I still see him everywhere I go, I still remember the first time I saw him; he was wearing a white kandoura, his hair was trimmed neatly, it gave me the urge to run my fingers through it; His smile, his cheeks defined his face structure and the dimple on his chin was so cute. Everything about him was and still cute, even his cute nerdy glasses. Thinking about all of that right now makes me recall everything I had with him. I still see him in every corner, I still see him every time my eyes spots a guy wearing kandoura and I wish it’s him! I want to see him, I want his face to fill my sleepless eyes, I want to feel the air that he’s breathing, and I want to share that air with him. I want him.

Our days got better and better, the idea of losing him never came to my mind, all I knew that this knight won’t disappoint me, I was so sure of it that I ignored my best friend’s advices. I forget the world when I felt him around! And I forget who I am when I hear his voice, I still remember the first time I heard his voice..

“Dear You,

You have a soothing, beautiful voice; and the smile on your face when you read my text. That smile, it can tear the grey clouds and make a space for the sun to shine. When I hear your voice I feel like a kid who hears his mommy call his name, I feel safe and secure.

How do you do that? How do you make me smile just by saying “hello”? Do you even notice what you’re doing to me? Since I met you I couldn’t be anything but happy!

I miss you honey..

I love you.

P.S: I’m still looking for the reason that started it all.”

After that I really don’t know what happened, I still don’t know where I lost him and I’m still lost because of that mystery. 

“Dear you,

Since last week you acted weird. I felt that I did something wrong, I asked you but you told me that everything is fine, then you surprise me with a text “Let’s be friends.” Few words made me sleepless. I’m a mess because my nights became vacant, nothing is filling them, I miss you so bad, I miss every part of you but I’ll move on one day.

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You promised me you won’t hurt me but you lied.

You promised me you’ll love me but you lied.

You broke all the promises.

They told me that I’ll find someone who’ll treat me well but I don’t care anymore because you swore you love me but you lied.

I don’t hate you but I hate the person you became; and by the way I found the reason that started it all. Your lies started it all.

I don’t love you.

But I actually do.”

I’m nowhere to be found after him; I lost my path and myself. How can a human do that to me? I tried hating him for knocking me out but that didn’t work; beautiful flashbacks keeps on reminding me why I loved him on the first place. He wanted me to be his friend but I couldn’t do that! A prey can never be a friend with its predator. He ended it so fast when I built so many dreams and hopes.

I promised you that I’d always be by your side. I won’t break that promise.

I promised you that I’ll love you forever and always but I hope I can break that promise just like how you broke yours, but until then I plug my earphones to my iPod and let my new favorite song play..

“You're only doing things out of desperation,

Ohhh no,

You're goin' through six degrees of separation.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart

What's gonna kill you is the second part

And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle

And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself

Fifth, you see them out with someone else

And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little”

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I hope you liked it.

Hope and Love  

 Maitha the Parrot