This is my story .

Salam ! This is from my last year memoir :'D It's about my past . Something that no one actually know about it. But here , sharing is caring :3 This is my story ;)

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I had never thought of loving someone else at a very youthful age or never even thought of being left by someone I loved. It all happen this school year where I was ignored by someone I’ve known when I came back from summer. I didn’t take it seriously at first but as day passes; I felt invisible and was treated like a tiny bug to that person. Like a stranger.

            I tried to figure out what I had done that made the person stay away from me and then there’s, my friend and his friend said, “he said you guys are not together anymore, but he didn’t mention why.” The person was known as Gaara, had restyled right before I understand what had happen.

            Those shocking words puzzled me like the smallest jigsaw puzzle that ever created. It was the pain inside me that felt like my heart had shattered into sharp pieces – a feeling only those who had experienced it know. My heart felt broken.

            I knew that it was weird for someone hyper like me to wear a gloomy look without a reason and a corrupt fake smile to hide the pain I was going through. To wear something unmatchable is even far more abashing for me. I had never felt so hopeless thoughts for so long. To tell you the truth, me and Gaara were not having a blissful relation but just what you and I can call it as best friends. Just best friends. But here where Gaara, the people, and I think way too different even though they didn’t understand what really happen. Even worse, this cold story can spread as fast as a disease. So, I started asking my close friends for help. So the only way to help me out of this unqualified split was to have a fresh start and clear everything up or just let the adorable time I had with Gaara float away. I was too sympathetic that I wanted to be contemporary friends and clear everything out. So, I had tried to talk to Gaara and it’s not that easy for me since I was always the one begin with it.

            The next thing I remember is that over the sound of the spinning merry-go-round, the chilly winter breeze waving swiftly and the serious faces of two caring best friend, I was in front of Gaara on a silent playground. I can still hear my own voice saying the last words before it end my giving him options. They were either to be friends, enemies, or strangers. I didn’t know if it’s a great thing or not that he choses to be friends because we still acting like we are back to being strangers.

            Meanwhile, it made me go back through the things he gave me especially the drawing he made for me. It was too compelling and precious that time. The moment I saw the drawing of my two favorite anime with colorful rainbow behind them, I felt depressed and cheery at the same time. It was a girl crossing her arm with strawberry pink hair with a half-smile and a boy with flushed red hair smiling really brightly. The wonderful memories just played in my head like a video tape but at the same time, I felt regretted because I had put in my trust to a careless person.

            The memories keep coming back as the conversation that we had that day kept on repeating. Every now and then, I felt like talking to Gaara but my questions would still be left unanswered. No one is kind enough to share what they know from Gaara’s point of view.

            Then it was before the winter break that I decide to talk again but it didn’t work because neither of us was ready. Earlier, I had asked my very close friends again what I should do because the only thing I can see is that Gaara was back to ignoring me again.

            “Why don’t you give him a break over the winter break,” one of my close friend responded me with a question back. I wasn’t that hesitated to agree on this suggestion because being friend with someone you had cared, can be really awkward.

            I remained harmonious even though Gaara did not want to talk to me and maybe too terrified to talk to a fast-tempered person like me. But I learned to keep a smile on my face and if I had to face it in order for me to move on, I had to face it. I have to put together my own broken heart and learn to be on my own. The dryness had taken on every delicious food I ate and switch it to no good flavor. I know that I have to take it slow to move on to live my life.

            Over the break, I had forced myself to have fun and I did. My experience has taught me a lot. I discovered that in order for me to earn happiness, I had to overcome my broken-heart to something that cheers me up. Gladly, after the break, I realized that it change me into a stronger person, a stronger girl who experienced something that I had lived almost half-alive to be wise.