What did I mean. What did I mean to you. Nothing I assume. Just a poster girl on your wall. A blurry image that you would fantasize about in your dreams, the dreams floating through your young immature mind. And maybe it's hard for one of such cognitive fiber to understand why he feels a certain way, what fueled him to keep going, keep chasing after a girl who was clearly less than him in many societal categories . A girl who was unaware and hard to please, a girl who was always thinking, but always about the wrong things. Things came easy to him. He has lived a fairly easy life. But still his mind finds itself wandering away from his consciousness, he , finding himself creeping into the dark corners of depression. What fuels him I continue to ask, to go after such a girl like me, who keeps declining his efforts and refusing to believe his heart. Me, believing that he has obviously embellished the truth. And these embellishments were eventually going to reveal themselves, creating a fool out of me. And that is what I didn't want. To be made a fool.
As I sent another piercing word through his heart, I could almost feel his pain. As I looked into his defeated , heartbroken eyes, I could feel the pressure piling underneath the poor boys Pride.He had everything, it came easily. But i was a challenge . A challenge he wished to advance.
The pain of failure fueled him to achieve.
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