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Senin, 26 Mei 2014

Writing III Narrative text : The Undelivered Feeling



            “To break person’s heart is simple, first give hopes and destroy it”. That quote is right. Love is feeling when you meet a person, make contact and finally you will feel comfortable with that person. Whenever you fall in love, it often creates a huge energy inside your mind, heart and life called ‘HOPE’ which has potential to change your mood, personality, or even your life. Unfortunately, the love in real life will not always meet happy ending like in fairytales because the more love you feel, the more hopes you get and once those hopes destroyed, the pain you take will know no limit. That was my feeling when I tried to write a love story in a blank paper called my life. The story was so good until I realize how fail the story was.
            The story started in a rainy day when I looking for a book in a bookstore. I finally found the book at the corner of store. There was two books left and then I took one book rapidly. When I took the book, a smooth hand took another one. It was a girl, she asked me about the book to ensure the title. When I turned my face, I saw a young beautiful girl with white smooth complexion and long hair stands in front of me. She asked many things to me about that book. I learned that she loved to read the book like I did. Before she went home, we gave our phone number to each other and I knew, her name was Wanda. It was the beginning of the storm.
            I felt like found a big oasis in the desert. She texted me every day, there was no day without her messages. She even asked my condition, my daily life my school, etc. She was fulfill the emptiness in my life when we were together. I like her welcome character, she told me everything about her family, hobbies, and more. It makes me think I was so valuable to her. The time passed, we had been together for one month. Slow but sure I started realized that I loved her.
            Day by day we were getting closer and closer. The more day passed, the more hopes I got. Later on I encourage myself to throw my ‘Jomblo’ status and make her to become my girlfriend. Yes, I planned to state my love to her so I prepared everything that I might be need like flower, song, poet everything as long as it helped my plan. I invited her to get dinner and she responded my invitation excitedly. The night finally came, we were getting dinner near beach where we usually spent our time together. When I was ready to state my feeling, her last word ruined everything I planned. She said that she was accepted other guy as her boyfriend and more, she said that she said I just a figure of brother to her, not more. It felt like stroke by thunder storm in a sunny day which made me cannot say anything. I wanted to say ‘ I LOVE YOU’ to her but I chose not to. It would hurt her feeling and mine as well.

            Indeed, this unsuccessful love story gave me so much pain. I never imagine that she just treat me as her brother, I got ‘Friend Zoned’ without I realized it. I just keep my feeling to her just for avoiding me from hurting her feeling.

8 komentar:

  1. This story is so good .. I can feel what you feel :') .. and about your grammar I think I cannot find the mistakes..

    BalasHapus
  2. Thank you yeyen for reading my writing ^^

    BalasHapus
  3. interesting writing. You use quotation technique in this writing and it makes the story becomes more beautiful. Good job

    BalasHapus
  4. hmmmmmmmm :') good story adi

    BalasHapus
  5. just something to be noted..
    you were "Brother-zoned" not "friend-zoned"
    the way you convey the story is somewhat good and tragic, I pity the book

    #LOLs

    BalasHapus
  6. @bhisma : I'm not sure that you are pity on me or mocking me -_-

    BalasHapus
  7. HUUMMM poor you white sakra,,hihihii,,but fortunately you found your love now,,I think i have no comment for this one,,probably this is seems like my love story 4 years ago,,hehehe,,good job :)

    BalasHapus
  8. I know that feeling bro, it really hurts.

    BalasHapus