Day 2: The Unrequited Love Poem
FEBRUARY 01, 2018 IN THE WRITING
Vanessa Young
I know I'm two and a half months late to reading my girlfriend's friends writing but I had mixed feeling about reading other people's personal thoughts. "Treat people the way you want to be treated" seems to come to mind. I'd hate to know some, none, or all of my friends were reading my thoughts and ideas. Worse than that I'd hate to know if they started to read and lost interest to be found boring by those who know you best is something I'd rather avoid. The other side of the coin would be encouraging a friend's creation and art. To show support through viewership.
Her second writing struck me as interesting. She writes from this perspective of a woman heart broken over a man from such a short time. The character's friends struggle to find empathy because of the duration of their relationship.
I completely relate to this character. In fact I find myself in opposition of the protagonists' coworkers.
The relationship was short lived so it contained within it one of the most deadly elements in love
potential
You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
"She couldn't explain it. What kind of idiot falls head over heels after the first date? In the middle of the third date, she knew she wanted to marry him. Stupid, stupid girl."
In the alternate universe where their relationship is prolonged:
She sat waiting wine in hand for his text...he said one drink with his friends but that was hours ago... She stood up and walked to the kitchen there the trash was left by the door, another promise unkept, she closed her eyes.
Breathe.
she could hear him laugh loudly from the across the living room. He said goodbye to his friends as they drove off. She got up quickly and walked to the front door. She was greeted again by that ignorant selfish smile of his.
"Hey babe, how's your evening?" He said with that oblivious dumb look he had always given her. Stupid, stupid boy.
"Why didn't you text?" She pressed out her calmest tone attempting to mask reality in hopes that the night could still be salvaged.
"Oh sorry, I guess I forgot. What do you want to do tonight?"
Breathe.
"I was waiting on you to do dinner together."
"Oh well I actually already grabbed food with the guys, sorry I didn't realize. Go get yourself something to eat I'm going to finish watching the game downstairs."
Her heavy feet marched up the steps she slammed the door shut behind her. She collapsed in the hallway, too distraught to make it to her bedroom.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
She couldn't.
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A wail pierced through their walls. He rolled his eyes over to his girlfriend.
"I think our neighbor's crying again," he said, mildly amused.
She made a mock sad face. "Poor girl. Maybe her grandma died." She turned up "The Voice" loud enough to drown out the sobs.
Enneagram Type 1 The Reformer
hold on for a minute,
‘cause i believe that we can fix this over time,
that every imperfection is a lie.
or at least an interruption...
now hold on, let me finish.
no, i’m not saying perfect exists in this life,
but we’ll only know for certain if we try.
One - Sleeping At Last
FEBRUARY 01, 2018 IN THE WRITING
Vanessa Young
I know I'm two and a half months late to reading my girlfriend's friends writing but I had mixed feeling about reading other people's personal thoughts. "Treat people the way you want to be treated" seems to come to mind. I'd hate to know some, none, or all of my friends were reading my thoughts and ideas. Worse than that I'd hate to know if they started to read and lost interest to be found boring by those who know you best is something I'd rather avoid. The other side of the coin would be encouraging a friend's creation and art. To show support through viewership.
Her second writing struck me as interesting. She writes from this perspective of a woman heart broken over a man from such a short time. The character's friends struggle to find empathy because of the duration of their relationship.
I completely relate to this character. In fact I find myself in opposition of the protagonists' coworkers.
The relationship was short lived so it contained within it one of the most deadly elements in love
potential
You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
"She couldn't explain it. What kind of idiot falls head over heels after the first date? In the middle of the third date, she knew she wanted to marry him. Stupid, stupid girl."
In the alternate universe where their relationship is prolonged:
She sat waiting wine in hand for his text...he said one drink with his friends but that was hours ago... She stood up and walked to the kitchen there the trash was left by the door, another promise unkept, she closed her eyes.
Breathe.
she could hear him laugh loudly from the across the living room. He said goodbye to his friends as they drove off. She got up quickly and walked to the front door. She was greeted again by that ignorant selfish smile of his.
"Hey babe, how's your evening?" He said with that oblivious dumb look he had always given her. Stupid, stupid boy.
"Why didn't you text?" She pressed out her calmest tone attempting to mask reality in hopes that the night could still be salvaged.
"Oh sorry, I guess I forgot. What do you want to do tonight?"
Breathe.
"I was waiting on you to do dinner together."
"Oh well I actually already grabbed food with the guys, sorry I didn't realize. Go get yourself something to eat I'm going to finish watching the game downstairs."
Her heavy feet marched up the steps she slammed the door shut behind her. She collapsed in the hallway, too distraught to make it to her bedroom.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
She couldn't.
_____________________________________________________________________________
A wail pierced through their walls. He rolled his eyes over to his girlfriend.
"I think our neighbor's crying again," he said, mildly amused.
She made a mock sad face. "Poor girl. Maybe her grandma died." She turned up "The Voice" loud enough to drown out the sobs.
Enneagram Type 1 The Reformer
hold on for a minute,
‘cause i believe that we can fix this over time,
that every imperfection is a lie.
or at least an interruption...
now hold on, let me finish.
no, i’m not saying perfect exists in this life,
but we’ll only know for certain if we try.
One - Sleeping At Last