Ending

Let me tell you a short story.

A short story that ended without happily ever after nor once upon a time.

It just happened. And it took almost forever for a girl to figure everything out.

Laying on the bed, staring blankly on the ceiling. Not minding how she would blame herself tomorrow morning again for staying up all night thinking about impossibilities.

What he said to her, made her stuck but a wish granted though it’s a year late. However, as a hopeless romantic as she is it still counts.

She finally had answers why everytime she’d look at their side, he’s ready to welcome her eyes with his stares.

She had finally figured it out why he said she wasn’t fat as other people may say to her. And that there’s nothing wrong with her body. And she unknowingly thanked him for that.

She had finally stopped wondering why she’s got sudden curious with the face of a rising star as he complimented her, telling that she looked like her when she got her new haircut after new year.

And now she knew why he said that to her on the day of their supposed to be last day of seeing each other.

She now understands how he managed to finish something that hasn’t even started yet.

Because she had finally realized that being noticed is way far different from being pursued.