Pretty and Petite Thing
You,
Do you remember me? Probably, you don’t anymore. You see me most of the time, in the crowd, in the cafes we used to go to, in the hallway – everywhere. But, you don’t seem to notice me anymore. It’s probably because I cut my hair. A friend told me, I would look more beautiful if I did. But, you never complimented me. You must not have liked it.
I wish you would still look at me, just once. Then, probably, you would remember.
We used to sit under the tar apple trees and read to each other. You were always silent as the wind, but you listen to me. Sometimes, you argue. You were always good at proving your point. You never interrupt though I talk about myself most of the time. Your eyes were always kind, though your stares scare me at times. You never touch my hand, but I hope you noticed that you’ve touched my heart. You told me your story and I could still memorize most of its details. I could retell it if you’d want me to, but I guess you won’t. You never talked to me again.
Remember that time when we went to the city together? I knew you didn’t want me following you around. You must have wished that I shouldn’t have tagged along, if you had the choice. I knew you were irked when I demand, you didn’t like it when I made you wait, especially that part when it started to rain.Yet, you never complained. You even bought me something to eat, to probably make me shut up. You were even so nice to make me use your oversized jacket when the aircon and the cold wind chilled us both. You were harsh at times but you allowed me to lean on your shoulder while I tried to get some sleep on our ride home.
You found a handmade anklet – “LOVE” was written on it and you gave it to me. You tried to hide that smile when I shrieked with delight, ogling at that little treasure I just received. I liked small stuff such as those and you were always generous with me. I adored everything about you.
I wish you could see me now. I’m no longer just a pretty and petite thing like what you used to see in me. But you don’t look my way anymore. You probably hate me now – knowing how dark, distorted and insensitive I could be. You must have seen how I treat others of your kind and you decided to avoid me.
I wish you could feel how it burned me, at first, when you started to look away. You don’t meet my eyes anymore. You used to send me messages to check on me when you don’t see me around or pull my hair when I sulk just to make me laugh. Now, you walk right past me as if you didn’t know I was there. You never even say hi.
I wished you have seen my desperate attempts to make you jealous when I hold someone else’s hand or laugh at someone else’s jokes. But you always knew better. You were always too mature for these childish acts. To you, I was just a kid trying to grab everybody’s attention – immature.
Yet, I thank you for that. I took that as a challenge and tried to change. At least, your pretty and petite, immature brat tried to grow up.I’m far better now than that brat you used to know.
Probably, you’d never recognize me from these stories I tell you. You could just ignore this and you may have forgotten about me… but, thanks a lot – for crossing my way and changing my life.
Your pretty and petite thing,
Zephyr
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