He told me he is tired. Of loving someone who never loves him back. Of being used, of being patience.
“How come everyone around me is happy and I am not?” He asked
I stared at my screen, reading his words phrase by phrase. Thinking.
“How do you know that they are happy?” I typed my word in my usual careless phase, missing few letters.
People happiness is sometimes sculptured. Everybody depicted that they are happy, couple holds hand and exchange kisses in public, friends of yours tell you how lucky they are to have such a perfect partner. And other revolting stuff that you politely respond to although you feel like shutting them up.
But what you don’t see is the couple always fight due to insecurities despite how hard they tell themselves that their partner love them, you friend, despite having so-called-perfect partner is having an affair without no one knowing. Everybody have their own problem some even have skeleton in their closets.
Have you ever not seen the so-called-happy-loving couple end their relationship with shocking revelation my dear friend?
I told him, it’s not that I am against all the pretty things in the world instead; I prefer to have my feet set on the ground. To me, it is sad when your definition of happiness revolved around the opposite gender who you worship.
Happiness is way more than that.
I was that sad case once, maybe twice or maybe more than that. But when I think about it, what’s the point lighting the halo on someone’s head when all you can read are the outer superficial lines? Unless you have the ability to read people’s mind and the darkest bottom of people heart.
Never ever set a benchmark for happiness based on other people lives.
“Don’t feel so bad, you are a nice person. And God is not cruel you know, there will be something waiting for a nice person like you”
I am not saying for the sake of saying. He is a nice person. A guy who never try to grope me or say cheesy lines when we went out during my lonesome years, he never even made any imprudent judgment despite I always wear my vulnerable-take-your-advantage-on-me suit on.
“I don’t want to be that nice person anymore. Nice guy always finish last”
Yes, I agree, on certain degree. They do finish last but when they did, it will be a warm ending, better than you expected.
Because God is never cruel.
I will pray for you my friend, not particularly for you to find the one.
But I will pray that you will find the everlasting happiness in you.
So don’t lose that faith.
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