Unexpected
There are few who are like him. I’m sure he knows it as well. When people have told you you’re the epitome of success you are to believe it. I’d give anything to inhabit their lives just to know how it feels to be them. One feels pedestrian trying to measure up to this ideal. Yeah, everyone has a different path, and all that. What was it? It was admiration and respect, followed by finding him very attractive…or not? It is a bad combination for any female.
He grew on me. When I first saw him, I didn’t expect him to be what he was. He was very sure of himself; an arrogance that is appealing. He was also young and good looking. It was a different kind of good looking though. A rugged type of attractiveness which was even more appealing because it wasn’t the over glossed look. There’s nothing wrong there. I’ve learned though that appearance isn’t always what it seems. Cue in another cliché.
Certain feelings for people cannot be described in a dictionary type fashion. One type of feeling is respect, while another one is infatuation. However, infatuation must grow from one element before it becomes the confusing jumble. Language is more powerful than looks. I remember watching him speak. His words and views were so eloquent. It was a type of language that is rarely heard spoken by everyday people. I guess he wasn’t a regular person. It was the rhetoric of a man who knows what he believes in.
I remember the first time I really noticed him. I was walking by and saw him standing to the side talking with friends. A cigarette was in his hand. He smiled, taking in my expression. His smile was only for me at that point. After seeing that, I knew that this man was making an impact on my life.
One thing is looks and intelligence, but the personality of a person prevails above all. When he spoke to me, he made me feel that I only mattered at that moment. My opinions were intriguing. I wasn’t a bother; I was one worthy of being heard. Receiving praise from him was a compliment. This intelligent and confident man tells you that you deserve recognition. The actions of one speak very clearly. I believed him completely.
The days came and went. It was time for his leave. I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell him how he’d made such a difference. He really wasn’t like anyone else. I didn’t want him to be. I could never confess my feelings, but I wanted to. My heart beating like a drum, I went to see him one final time. “Hey”. His blue eyes stared up at me. “Hey, how are you?” “I just wanted to thank you for everything.” I wondered if he could sense the tremble in my voice and the redness in my cheeks. “Thank you, that’s really sweet of you.” I smiled, but if he only knew how much he’d done for me. “Bye”. The words amazedly didn’t get caught in my throat. I turned around, and didn’t look back.
He’s only reached the tip of what he’s capable of. He has everything in his ability to succeed. He can’t fail. It is because I believe so much in him that I could never tell him my feelings. It’d hurt too much to be dismissed and it would be even worse if I ever did anything to impair his life. Unfortunate circumstances….
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“Thank you for everything, even though I’ve told you so many times. The people who have you in their lives are so blessed. Never forget me, because my admiration for you is immense."
I close my eyes and send the message.
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4 comments:
Well written story. You've managed to keep me on track of everything what's going on what respects the line of continuity of the story. The story itself though, is more introspective and limits the reader to its specific point of view--a lot of questions come to mind that are never addressed in the story. Of course, I'm sure if the story was written the way it was written it's because that's how it was intended to play out. I simply point out that (to me) this is one of those stories that allows for heavy speculation.
Patricia,
I like the style that you used to write your story. It was very unique. As I was reading your story I was waiting until you revealed more about this person and who this person is. Maybe it would give the reader a sense of closure if you spoke more about who this person is? Or maybe it would ruin the style and creativity of the story? Not sure, but it definitely made me think!
After reading this story, it just makes me want to know who this man is. You have left out a lot of details about this information but I think that is what makes the story work so well. By giving this character a limited biography so to speak, it allows the reader to individualize this character. The reader gets to use their own thoughts and experiences to connect with the story. It really draws you in and keeps your attention.
This story is very intriguing. I love the wording and the structure of this short story. It is good that you didnt put the person's name or anything else specific to expose the mystery person. This allows the reader to put themselves into a similar situation as i have done myself.
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