Click

“Don't answer!”, that's how you will save me in your phone as if I'm going to call you. You know that won't happen. You know from the beginning that I don't ring. I don't look for people. I won't look for you.

I'm the one with whom you wanted to show off around.

To take her by the hand proudly. To show her off to the world.

The one that was inspiring you.

When you'll pass my street, you'll stop for an instant. You'll turn right in front of my building in case I come outside at that point. You'll want to make another turn, to see me even for a second, just one more time. And you will always go from this street, with the excuse that I was on your way.

You'll go to Fast Food 7 and your brain will take you back to that night with me. The most unusual date you've ever had. The energy we brought into the place. We made the staff's night better for a bit. At least to go home to their loved ones with a smile on their face after a long, tough day.

We were like children, eating without caring if we would be messy. Like we've never seen a sandwich before.

Not much is needed for happiness.

When you'll find out what you want, I will know too. At this exact moment, you have no clue.

I was an open book for you, but you were not literate enough.

And that's why I decided to love myself first. It's hard for someone to hurt you, because you are sufficient yourself, and you don't need anyone else.

How would you acknowledge if two people are meant for each other? I say that they have to “click”.

There are people that click right away.

And there are people that give everything to click but without any luck. Because beauty won't come if forced.

And there are people that click right away but because lead by the phrase “too good to be true” they don't trust the process. They never had anything easily. They've been fighting for everything in their lives, so this is a shock for them. And exactly that's how they ruin their happiness.

Do you remember those tables from Ikea? Or a closet, shelve, doesn't matter.

Each of the parts has its own place. And even if at first it might look like it's correct, going forward you will realize that that was really not the right spot. And once you move it, and it will click, that's when you'll know you are on point.

Well, the same goes for people. It either clicks, or it doesn't.

If it does, you will know. And don't ask why it clicked.

If it doesn't, then it was not supposed to.

And if it clicks, try, give all of you. Give your 100 percent to that one person, do not spill them everywhere. It is your decision if you will split 20 percent on 5 places, or 100 percent on one.

And if it doesn't work out, know it is your fault.

It is like you wear a backpack. Full of insecurities, anger, fear, traumas… Drain it.

Switch it with attention, compliments, hugs…

Start slowly, with time it won't be so harsh. You will have peace, harmony, and comprehension.

We were enhancing each other. An outburst of emotions, intelligence, and positivity. As when you hold someone and their fingers fit perfectly in the empty space of your hand palm.

But we were just a short story. A little too short but left scars. Scars on our souls.

Disclaimer:

The stories are seasoned with a lot of drama, and the characters are fictional because the drama starts when logic ends. ☺