Inspired by Twilight

I've been quite emotional lately, which isn't new news ahah. And at the same time, I've been reading Twilight by Stephanie Meyers (BTW THAT'S A REALLY GOOD BOOK). With that combination, I poured out my feelings inspired to write in Stephanie's style.

So please, before you make fun of me :-p, just keep in mind I'm emotional and writing is not my forte :D ALRIGHT


There was something about him I wanted to divulge. I wanted to crack the shell that opened to his deepest thoughts.

He picked up his belongings quickly and left me speechless unable to say anything to him at all. I felt as though he forgot about me as he walked away, but he suddenly remembered and said, "Adios," still walking toward the door.

My heart ached, I hoped, for the last time. That was it. I was done.

It's quite embarrassing to express my feelings bout Adam. I couldn't understand what my emotions were telling me. However, it was clear that he had a great affect on me due to the constant pounding I heard my heart make inside my chest. He literally made it beat faster and slower at the same time. The closer I approached him, the more my heart beat with excitement and nervousness, and suddenly I'd feel a flush of fever. When I was in front of him, it began to slow down reminding me that I was on earth and that I should breathe. But when I left his existence, it beat back to its previous rhythm; I was convinced that the short moment I had with him was surreal. It was real, and I dreaded the fact that I wouldn't see him anytime soon.

The day he left me, I was planning to invite him to go out with me sometime. I craved for his presence. I was curious to know everything about him, and I didn't know why. There was nothing special about him really, and yet he managed to catch my attention. His indecipherable expressions left me on the edge of wanting to know more. And it remained that way although our acquainted relationship grew into a friendship.

Whether he had some sort of feeling toward me or if this was a one man show, Adam seemed to know how to play the game. He knew what hurt me and knew what made me blissful. He was evil to do such a thing. And it was ridiculous how fast I could easily forgive him too. The moment he did something that pleased my vulnerable heart, I shunned all the things he did that destroyed me within.

We can say Adam was like a cigarette. I knew the more I breathed him in, the more he killed me inside. He was so addictive, and i couldn't' stop hurting myself. I continued inviting him to accompany me , and embarrassingly 90% of the time, I faced rejection. Yet I still continued. I was persistent and I was on a mission to get what I wanted, even though I knew I was going to be disappointed in the end.

I remember the first day I laid my eyes on him. He was so insignificant, so common. I was unaware that this ordinary person would turn out to be extraordinary. A high school friend introduced him to me. He was so shy.

"Hello," I initiated.

With his forced smirk, he quickly replied, "Hi." He seemed to have no interest in meeting me. I was hesitant to sit next to him . He was so conservative, yet his silence was so intimidating.