three girls
They were good friends.
She was always careful, intuitive and keenly observant of the subtleties of his behaviour and the way his mind works. She was relentlessly patient, choosing to swallow her own unhappiness than to tip that precarious balance their relationship was hanging on.
She was your girl-next-door, soft-spoken and gentle, someone who listens more than she talks. She goes around with a perpetual everything-is-fine smile, is a model student and wonderful daughter, but she finds herself lost when something stirs in her heart. Something deeper than a Meg Ryan movie. Her feelings are miles ahead of the words she can find to describe. She can be emotion-laden, but she hides it so well, you can never tell.
The last girl can never keep emotions, especially unhappy ones in the constraints of her heart. Like a tank, she runs over his feelings. She is hypercritical, demanding and wilful at times. She can hurl caustic words, drip vitriol and sarcasm. Only one person has seen this side of her and he knows all these. One of the things he has taught her is to reflect. Reflect on yourself, reflect on the past, present and the future, never mind that it hasn't happen yet. He has taught her too well for her own good, and now there's no stopping the gears in her mind. But when she allows herself far too much time to reflect, she'll start to feel residual feelings of insecurity. She'll stamp on them hard, as if they were a spider or cockroach.
But that wall of indifference she tries to build around herself, so she won't get hurt, is really perfectly useless in the face of time and habit. You get used to people, and eventually you can't do without them.
She was always careful, intuitive and keenly observant of the subtleties of his behaviour and the way his mind works. She was relentlessly patient, choosing to swallow her own unhappiness than to tip that precarious balance their relationship was hanging on.
She was your girl-next-door, soft-spoken and gentle, someone who listens more than she talks. She goes around with a perpetual everything-is-fine smile, is a model student and wonderful daughter, but she finds herself lost when something stirs in her heart. Something deeper than a Meg Ryan movie. Her feelings are miles ahead of the words she can find to describe. She can be emotion-laden, but she hides it so well, you can never tell.
The last girl can never keep emotions, especially unhappy ones in the constraints of her heart. Like a tank, she runs over his feelings. She is hypercritical, demanding and wilful at times. She can hurl caustic words, drip vitriol and sarcasm. Only one person has seen this side of her and he knows all these. One of the things he has taught her is to reflect. Reflect on yourself, reflect on the past, present and the future, never mind that it hasn't happen yet. He has taught her too well for her own good, and now there's no stopping the gears in her mind. But when she allows herself far too much time to reflect, she'll start to feel residual feelings of insecurity. She'll stamp on them hard, as if they were a spider or cockroach.
But that wall of indifference she tries to build around herself, so she won't get hurt, is really perfectly useless in the face of time and habit. You get used to people, and eventually you can't do without them.
Labels: fiction, introspection
