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||In another life, I would be your girl..



This..is a short excerpt that I have no idea why I'm writing, maybe because this incessant pain in my ear won't let me think.

A girl is half lying on her bed, a pair of spectacles perched at the tip of her nose. She's reading a cheesy, romantic novel with a consistent image in her head. Her phone beeps, its a text from the guy she's thinking about.


Boy - Hey! Wassup?
Girl - Nu'n much. Reading. You?
Boy - Guess what!? :D
Girl - No you didn't! :O You did? :O Did you? :O :D Yayyyyy! :D >:D<
Boy - Yeah.. um.. I did. :P
Girl - Congoooooo bestie. :D :D :D

What just happened here is that a girl got her heart broken, and a guy just did that unknowingly. What's worse is, since they're the best of friends, the girl will either have to put on a brave face everyday when she sees them together, or she'll have to let go of the friendship too because she doesn't have the strength to do it the other way. The guy, on the other hand will continue to be in a state of oblivion until someone splashes a bucket full of water in his face and makes him realise what he missed out on.

Yes, that's how easily hearts get broken these days. It could be over a text, online, on a phone call or something close. It could be when you over read a chat and find out you've been cheated on, it could be a wrong text meant for someone else that bursts your bubble of daydreaming, or it could be in its worst form - seen with the eyes. We live in a world where we do not take time to understand a person completely, we shed our inhibitions and allow ourselves to get too attached too quickly. Given that scenario, its neither of the two people's faults as to what happens later, or maybe both of theirs.

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