How an angel could hurt a demon? That is when a demon dreams for a love star. A demon should learn to live with it. He should never ask more than what is due to him.
That was year ago, when a stranger was met. Simple, prevalent and aloof… I seemed to be the macro guru. I take good care. I shared every experience, elaborate all edges of expertise. No feelings at all; only good intentions of training the newcomer.
Days passed by. We get along. We eat and leave together, just like the other. Weeks went through and altogether we solve problems. Months manifested and we get closer and closer. We use to tell secrets. We use to play with lies. I used to show how much I cared. The other is fun of doing sacred art.
I learn to treat this lad as my best friend. Best among my friends, for his the closest boy ever. Be it to dancing, singing, swimming and playing badminton, we used to jive. Exchanging compact discs and brilliant ideas was then a routine.
Everything was okay! Other friends were proud of having each other on a single group. We used to dream of having this feeling forever, projecting the future with thoughts of helping and supporting one another. Now, that was a dream that needs to be forgotten.
How could this feeling be? I tend to develop. A feeling I never asked; a longing I never planned and imagined. I’m so in love, so naïve… Just when I thought I will never fall and suddenly shit happens.
I prayed harder, much stronger than the usual. The uncommon pray of the other. I hate what I’m sensing. I then tried to hide my feelings in fear of losing myself and my best friend. But, I was so weak to bear the situation on my own.
Through text messaging, I told my admiration, my unparalleled hopeless love. That was every feeling and every detail of me. I even emphasized that I was not expecting anything in return. I know that it is a sin and it will never be. I just need to get through of this feeling and move on. How could an angel fall for a demon? That was what’s running in my mind.
I was just thinking of next life. Dreaming and hoping by then I will be loved, for maybe there I’m a beautiful woman. Then, I will forever long for this lad and make him mine. Forever will share the divine beauty of love.
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