In my previous post, I challenged you to challenge me ^^ I’ve now finished my first short story with one of the sentences. On the 20th of November, Kimberly gave me the following sentence (check out her blog here!):
“No matter where I go or what I do, I can feel him next to me.”
This is what came out of it. Feel free to like, dislike, comment, or criticise! =)
PS. If you still want to challenge me by giving me a sentence, don’t hesitate!
No matter where I go or what I do, I can feel him next to me. I feel him through the warmth of the sun and through the cold of the blazing wind. He is with me through the friendly voice of the man on the radio and through the sharp bark of the dog next door. I see him in a beautiful sunset and in an autumnal downpour. I feel him when I go to the supermarket or to the gym. He is with me when I talk to friends or type away on my laptop. I see him in the film I watch or the book I read on the couch. No matter where I go or what I do, he is right there next to me.
Although he has been gone for almost eight months now, I can’t seem to get him out of my mind. I can’t help but think of the wonderful time we spent together, even though it was only three weeks. Three weeks full of joy. Three weeks full of laughter. Three weeks full of happiness. Three weeks full of him. Three weeks full of… love?
I really like to think we were meant for each other. That day we met, it seemed like we had always been together. It felt so right, but how wrong was I. Yes, he seemed happy too, and he was by my side every single moment from that day on. I never asked him how he felt about me, and I never really told him about my feelings. But somehow I just knew it was alright; I just knew we belonged together. But that was then, and now we have been apart for more than eight months. Those wonderful three weeks are long gone now and I haven’t heard from him since. I just don’t know what to do. It all happened so quickly.
I wish I could turn back time, but that won’t solve anything, I guess. As a matter of fact, it probably makes things even worse. You can’t keep holding on to something that isn’t meant for you, you have to let go some time. Even though letting go might seem like the hardest thing to do. I wish he was still here next to me, not just in what I feel, see, or do, but for real. Next to me, so I can smell him, hear him, see him, touch him – just have him all for myself…
But that’s all wishful thinking, he won’t come back and I won’t search for him either. Those three wonderful weeks are long gone now. He has gone and I’m staying here, on my own, waiting for something that will never happen. Waiting for a dream…