Views:695 | By: Isaac Very resilient I was, I had always been and will always be. Maybe I was living to emulate my Dad who always wanted me to be strong and flexible. He aimed at bringing up a man of principles and a person who would never be hurt, but little did he know one day I would reach the breaking point, be gentle or maybe fragile and become heartbroken in the name of 'love'.
I was never sure of whatever I felt for her but luck enough I knew she never loved me, or maybe if she did it was out of sympathy for as much as am concerned I was not of her class.
It was after I proposed and tried to prove how much I loved her, that she broke even the smallest bond that connected us. We could no longer chat,call as we were used to neither see each other as we always enjoyed doing. She requested for about a month to think right and give me feedback. Maybe if I knew what the answer she carried I could not have even wasted a whole day for a NO. Though it hit me, I had to know more and familiarize myself with whatever that made her cut me off.
There she was with her face down, eyes on the ground, legs moving forward and backwards alternatively and her hands in the pocket, explaining her fears of love, her past experiences and how I deserved more than she could offer. I could not understand her as she was all I wanted, but after insisting I had to give in, and for the first time I had failed my father. However, if fate ever bring us together again, I will try to make her understand that all the past can do is to prevent one from succeeding, instilling fear and stress in ones head over nothing important, let's forget the past as all it carries with it in the largest percentage are painful memories and experiences which contribute nothing to our future, as many people's blessings pass them as they watch their past.