Saturday, February 13, 2010

Valentines Day, 2010. =)

Zeke was a guy who was unlucky with women. It wasn't in the sense that he couldn't interact with them, it was just that somehow someway, instead of becoming someone they loved and treasured, he became a brother, a shoulder to cry on, a counselor, a tutor and much more. He enjoyed his life but he always wondered, why is it that nobody ever fell for him? Was he a fool that believed that true love was real?

Perhaps.

Zeke always seemed to be happy when around his friends, smiling and cracking jokes, being the life of the party and all, but it was more a ruse to make sure nobody worried about him. He didn't like people worrying about his well being. He wanted to be a kind of person that would always be able to do good deeds, and of course, to make up for the things he lacked in life.

One day, Zeke met someone during an otherwise mundane trip to town and he thought that he had found someone he could appreciate. He told himself not to fall in love because truthfully, he could not handle the pains of watching as they left him for another as all the ones that past had done.

Every morning, he would send a message telling her that he hoped she would enjoy the day, and every night he sent her a message hoping that she enjoyed it. He didn't know if what he was doing was right or wrong, he had no clue about the rituals of courtship. The pair talked often, over many mediums, the internet, phones, in person, letters and all other sorts of innovative and classic ways they could find.

He found himself falling in love, and he violently struggled to pull himself from that feeling. He didn't know what to do. The feeling began in a small part of him and slowly it built itself. Powerless, he relented to it and surrendered himself to his fate. He gathered what resolve he had and put in all the effort he could in order to win her over and not see himself fall again.

Their conversations got even more frequent which seemed an impossibility because they were already communicating with each other most of the day. He listened to her problems and always was there whenever she needed him. He never told her any of his problems, because he did not want to burden her, he never told anyone his problems really. Perhaps he was just afraid of expressing himself, or maybe he just didn't know how.

One day, he found himself suddenly filled with courage. He wanted to tell her how he felt. Unfortunately, that was a very busy time for the both of them so he could only express his feelings through a text message, in which he summoned as much linguistic prowess that he had. The text message went something like this.

"Dear L, you are like a bright star in my dark, depressing life. You bring forth a ray of hope and send the shadows scurrying. I can't imagine my life if I hadn't met you. All my waking hours I think of you and hope that you think of me, and all my sleeping hours I have dreams of you and nightmares that would would leave me. No word's can truly describe the way I feel for you as I have not felt this way for a person in my life. No past flame nor relationship has ever brought me this feeling. You are the only one I can trust and I believe that you are one that the big guy above has sent my way and I believe we are meant to be. Oh L, will you be mine, and allow me to hold you close, love you and care for you?"

L did not respond. Zeke was heart broken. He went to sleep that night and for once, he had a dreamless night. He woke up in the morning, and he sent his usual text. Still no reply. He despaired, so he fell deeper into despair. He went to the kitchen and made very strong coffee, and after drinking the cup. He went into his room.

This part has two endings, the happy, and the sad. I'll write the happy ending first. Sad ending will be marked.

Happy

As he was about to go back to his little online world, back to the day to day habit of cheerfully helping people. he heard a knock at the door. Wondering who in the world it was this early, he got out of his room and answered the door. He saw someone that would make all the previous suffering disappear all at once.

L stood at the door, car parked on the side of the road, holding a her phone, she stared into his eyes and finally, she smiled and said "Zeke, I love you too." and ran into his arms, Zeke could not believe that he was finally going to be with someone that loved him. And with that, Zeke and L remained happy together for as long as this story remains relevant.

Sad

He went back to his little online world and checked her facebook profile. She had posted something along the lines of disgust about what he had done last night, or so he thought. He also saw that she had uploaded some pictures of her with some guy he knew but didn't think would be able to get it on with her. In truth, the guy was her cousin but he didn't know that nor was he inclined to think so after the many heart breaks in his life.

Zeke wrote a suicide note, telling of how he all he had done in life was to please people but it had brought him nothing but heart ache and that no one would ever love him, the usual emo banter that would put Linkin Park to shame. He opened the window of his room, and jumped out head first, falling the two stories to the ground and cracking his head, killing himself instantly.

Moments later, she arrived at his house to tell him that she loved him, when no one answered, she panicked and used a spare key he always kept under his doormat which he had told her some time ago. She walked around the house and saw that it was very apparent that he had been up and about not moments ago, she could also see that there was no dirty laundry so he could not have showered and went out. Walking into what she thought was his room, she saw the note, and broke down in tears, she did not have the heart to look out the window.

She called the ambulances in tears as she crawled up into a ball in his room and cried her eyes out. When the ambulances arrived and pronounced him dead, she lost it. Now she has found someone else and gone on with life, but she will never forget what had happened.

As for Zeke? He's dead.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Hells Yeah

So, the facade I keep around me to assure people I am always happy is tearing down. I seem to find myself ever going into a place where people think I'm some sort of playboy. Wowee, I don't know what to say. Girlfriends? Me? Hahaha, as enjoyable as that notion would be, I have no such thing. And as per custom of being an interwebs masterz, I'm always doomed to never have one. Everybody will tell you that I am not one of those guys who are lucky enough for relationships.

Haih, so is it some kind of fun game now to toss a random girl and say they are involved with me? Is it so fun to destroy every fathomable thing I hold dear. Is it so hard for her to believe I love her and no one else? Is it so hard? Why is it so easy to believe that I am instead a sex loving god of lust? Dude, moral integrity. We of the internet are not like the rabble you meet outside.

Which is why we always wonder, why do they always go for the fucking jerks. Damn it. If anybody fucking tells me to chill out I'll bring you to your grave.