I tumed on the shower and stepped into the warm water. I didn’t wet my hair because I planned to go to the salon in the mall for a good hydration treatment.
When I was alone, it was inevitable not to think about him. He was lingering in my thoughts no matter what I did. I missed his touch and his company.
I hugged myself, feeling a shiver nun through my body in his overwhelming absence,
Furthermore, I wanted so much to be involved with him. For what? For this?
Tears were
were my best companions during these months, and now it wouldn’t be any different. It would be foolish, but 1 waited to receive a message from him saying “Happy birthday,” Or a call.
But how foolish I am to want or imagine something like that! He’s been avoiding me for four months. He’s about to get married and have a child. Likewise, he wouldn’t call me just because it’s my birthday.
I wonder if he will come to my party today. Of course, he was invited, but I dont think he will. I also don’t even know if I want him to come. I’m so sentimental and needy today that I don’t know if I be able to control myself when I see him.
“Coon, Juliar I hear my friend shout from the other side o of the door
1 try to push away my thoughts, which always come back to him and the void he left. Furthermore, I apply liquid soap to my body, lathering myself; And a flash of when we used to shower together invades me –
Alter wild and intense se, he would always take care of me. He’d bath me, give me massages, etc.
“You need to forget him,” I tell myself, trying to push my thoughts away again. I hated myself for not being able to breathe without thinking about him. It was all a big mess.
My birthday
Screwed! I don’t want to want him so much! If I can’t have him, why can’t he leave my mind? I want to scream that I can’t take it, but I can! Even though I don’t want to beat it, even though I complain that I don’t want him anymore, he’s my path to hell, even if I want to die because of him. I feel such a huge, overwhelming need for him that it drives me crazy. I hate loving him. Likewise, I hate desiring him so much.
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My Father’s Best Friend
Party
POV JULIA
Can’t forget.
Can’t let it go.
I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.
Can’t erase.
This will never fade, this pain will n
never end, and nothing will change my cold and noisy days I got lost, I destroyed myself, I got hurt, and now hes out there. living as if everything is dow, and I’m just living in the aftermath, the aftermath of my death, an eternal demise. I’m constantly dying. Furthermore, I don’t see him anymore, I only see traces of a love gone wrong that will never stop hurting, but it will be okay. That’s what everyone said.
“I can’t believe you’re crying again!” Olivia scolded me
Honestly, I didn’t even realize tears were falling freely from my face.
I guess my tears and I am so intimate that I can hardly notice when they decide to fall on my face.
Well, I had a reasonably good day.
I went out with my best friend, we went to the mall. We shopped, I went to the salon and fixed my homible hair, and then we went back home. And now I’m getting ready for my long–awaited eighteenth birthday.
My mom, being the good party thrower that she is, immediately set out to make an unforgettable party. As she likes to surprise, she throws a co
1 confess that when she revealed it to me an hour ago, I felt a futter in my stomach and a strange sensation.
At the last costume party I attended, let’s just say that 1, well, discovered love, and we’re not exactly friends.
“If you smudge the makeup, I’m going to hit you!” Michael, my makeup artist, said.
“I’m sorry” I apologized.
He smiled sincerely and gently wiped away my tears so as not to ruin my makeup
a costume party.
“I know today is a special day for you, I know you must be a whirlwind of feelings and emotions inside. But let me tell you something, if it makes you cry more than it makes you rejoice, it’s not worth it,” he advised me
We laughed at his words. He was quite eccentric.
“What makes you think I’m crying over someone?” I asked. Once again, he gave me that knowing smile and winked at me.
“Believe me, I know. I can read people, and I can see that you’re madly in low with some, and for some reason, you can’t be together,” he said sincerely.
I was amazed, looking at him, speechless.
“Now, enough chit–chat,” he said, clapping his hands excitedly. “Makeup is okay. Go get ready!” he ordered in an authoritative tone.
I got up, laughing at his antics, and went to my room to change. On the bed lay my
ry outfit, perfectly, well, perfect.
The colors of my party were black and red.
My dress was black with some red and shiny detalls. It was perfect.
My mask was in the same style.
*If you keep staring at the dress, it’s not going to put
fon, my mother said, standing at the door and observing me.
“Thank you for everything, Mo” I expersed my gratitude. My eyes were already starting to well up again.
“Don’t thank me, my love, I do everything for you!” she said, kissing me affectionately on the head. “You’ll smudge your makeup,” she wanted me.
I nodded and smiled.
“Can you help me with the dress?” asked.
“You don’t have to ask twice.”
My mother immediately started helping me with the dress.
“You look beautiful!” she said with a smile.
“Thank you.” I thanked her, looking at myself in the mirror and being pleased with what I saw
I was truly beautiful, and I hoped that a certain someone would find me beautiful tonight too
“Shall we?” she inquired.
“Let’s.” Lagnired.
I followed my mother downstairs, where my father was waiting for us. As always, he showered me with compliments because, according to him, I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.
The venue for my party wasn’t far from my house; we reached it in ten minutes.
There were so many cars in the parking lot that I contemplated going back home.
so many people?
And I was sure I didn’t know half of these folks. Not to mention the p
press, which was out in fo
force too.
“Why so many people?” I asked aloud before getting out of the car
“You know how it works, dear. Your dad knows a lot of people. And if you invite one and not another, it becomes a topic of gossip in the press,” my mother explained.
I knew it was true. And it was annoying. Having to act all friendly to people you didn’t even know, and worse, most of them were fake and opportunistic.
I chose not to say anything more, I just put on my mask and got out of the car with my mother and father. It didn’t even take a step for those flashes to turn in our direction.
I wanted to nun away from here.
I hated these things
As always, my father was accommodating, giving interviews and taking pictures. While I quickly made my way into the venue.
“You look gorgeous.” Olivia jumped on me, hugging me as I still i
I tried to get familiar with the environment.
“Thank you, friend. You too!” I sincerely replied. “This place is packed,” I commented, looking around.
“Yep. Enjoy it, Julia. After all, we don’t tum eighteen every day,” she said excitedly, and I agreed.
Today, I I wanted to forget everything.
Forget everything that hurts me. Everything that makes me suffer.
I walked through the crowd with Olivia and grabbed two glasses of some drink, quickly downing both of them.
“What are you doing? Brian asked, trying to take the glass out of my hands.
“Today’s my birthday, I can,” I said firmly.
To endure this entire party, I had to keep drinking.
Imin a distance, I saw some people approaching me to greet me and wish m
me happiness.
“What’s your wish today?” Brian suddenly asked. I looked at him thoughtfully and then turned my attention back to the glass,
