"You have to be familiar with loneliness before truly enjoying others' presence." -Matt H. That's what I always told to myself. Even though people were not interested in me, I kept believing in that sentence. I made it my creed. My word. My philosophy. I've always had hopes for something better... hopes for happiness. Trying to live my life the way I intended to. I hoped... Hoped that one day, it would become reality, that I wouldn't want to sleep because my life would finally be better than my dreams. I waited. I waited again. I only waited. For what I never had the pleasure to encounter, I waited. I waited and one day, the hopes became stronger. What I was seeking was near. The pursuit of happiness seemed to approach its end. It was when I got my job. Having a job was not making me happy, it was almost the opposite. But my job had something... or someone... that kept me there, that made me wake up in the morning to face my reality. Someone special. I did not choose that person. I was mesmerized at her sight. Her eyes were green like an endless field of long grass. Pure, filled with nature and joy. Filled with God's most beautiful artworks. She had long blond hairs. Just like a golden fall. Her face was reflecting purity, honesty and love. She was perfect. If I could picture an angel, it would be looking just like her. But she was not only wonderful on the outside. She was just what she looked like. She was a soft, lovable, gentle, tender, intelligent, interesting and very pure young woman. She was all I ever hoped. She was a little bit shy though. It made her look like she was unreachable. I talked with her. These moments were the best I could ever think of. During these conversations, all my problems disappeared, all my dark thoughts were carried away. All the negativity in my head would just flee. Her company was like a paradise. When she was sad, I would listen to her problems and help her. When I was sad, she would make me feel better with her presence. I wanted her to be happy more than I. I wanted to make her happy. I loved her like I never loved someone before. I loved her more than everything. To be continued If you liked it, say it and I'll consider writing another part.
Matt H. is no were near popular. It's not even his real name, only an English translation of his true name.