When I didn’t like hearing his voice.
He asked me if I had a favorite. I spoke confidently, no, I don’t.
He asked me, why I stopped writing. I had no answer but to say, it’s none of your business.
“I thought to myself, why couldn’t I explain? If he and other people around me have love, then why do I receive it as nothing but sympathy?
All I knew was emptiness with no will for happiness. At first, they care but slowly I have realized that it goes with time.
They say, time heals everything but I think it’s not the healing capacity time holds, it’s the restraint from our neurons that limits us from reaching out to things that might cause harm to us at places that not even doctors can read.”
These were all my thoughts while he was sitting right in front of me on our first date. Waiting patiently for my next answer, with the rude ones he got till now while I was still wandering, in my thoughts.
He was excited and I was annoyed, not at him but just was. By this time I had no idea what exactly I was even doing there.
My intrusive thoughts were killing me. He wanted to know me (more) while all I wanted to do was, run away….
P.S. — This date will continue, no matter if someone reads this or not but this time I will start this story.
P.S.S.- This is the story of a girl who is too empty to be shallow, hope you wait for the next part so you get to the point where you will finally understand the why of this title.
