Ghosted

Ghosted

“Never make someone else the main character on your own story.”

I wonder if I’m on your mind as much as you’re in mine, she said to herself. The girl was obsessed with love in other words she was a hopeless romantic. She’s mysterious, smart, very bright, social and full of life.

There was something different about her. Though she admired love but she had a million walls up and they are somehow unbreakable. She was afraid of failure, rejections and heartaches. Her friends keep telling her you have to put yourself out there and let go. Her excuses, were things like I don’t want to get distracted, I’m weird, I’m socially awkward and her lamest excuse of all times is the fact that she has no time. Excuses lead to one question, is she obsessed with love or the idea of being in love.

Oh, babe love is beautiful it comes with the good, the bad and the ugly with effort, sacrifices, respect and mutual interest it could truly last, one of her friends stated. You never know, you might be someone’s favorite distraction. Someone might have the biggest crush on you and you have no clue about it. You might be someone’s favorite notification or favorite person to talk to. You might have strong deep and endless conversations with someone who truly appreciates and values you. Stop ghosting people her other friend stated. That’s deep, you guys are right she says with a sigh.

What her friends don’t know is that love triggers an old memory an old disastrous memory of a boy who ghosted her. He liked her, he chased her, he had her and then got bored and ghosted her. That memory made her believe that love is nothing but a game and a series of endless lies. Her phone rings and she picked up instantly … Um I’m sorry. Are you alright he says there’s no need to apologise.  You’ve been really nice to me but I’m comparing you to someone I used to know. Go on he says I’m glad you’re finally opening up to me.

I guess what I’m really trying to say in this post is that there’s nothing better than honesty. Self-worth is key, appreciate small things in life, connect with people with no expectations what so ever. Remember this though in some way or another the right person will come at the right time.

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