'Possessive pig!'
How could she have called him that?A mutual friend of theirs had told him that she had indeed said that to him.Initially,he couldn't believe it.But,later it dawned upon him that it was true.
Even now,sitting on a bench in the park,he was ripping the petals of a rose one by one and muttering,"Yes,she will;no,she won't..."alternately as each petal glided softly to the ground.He was just trying to decide whether she would talk to him ever again.
He just kept reminiscing about those wonderful days.Those days which were long gone and were just memories now.Memories that still haunted him.Night and day.
Couldn't she just forgive him for his misdemeanour?Had he not apologized to her around a million times already?Well,he had.She'd said that it was okay.But was it really okay?Not in the slightest.Nothing was okay between them.Nothing at all.
Well,it had happened somewhat like this:
Six months ago:They barely knew each other.
Five months ago:They became acquaintances.
Four months ago:They became friends.
Three months ago:They became really good friends.
Two months ago:She realized that he had been pushing this a bit too far.He had crossed the limit.So,she gave him the silent treatment.She stopped talking to him.
One month ago:She started pretending that she barely knew him.
History had repeated itself.He became depressed and from then on,he is just found sitting on a bench in the park,ripping roses apart and muttering,"Yes,she will;no,she won't..."to himself.
How could she have called him that?A mutual friend of theirs had told him that she had indeed said that to him.Initially,he couldn't believe it.But,later it dawned upon him that it was true.
Even now,sitting on a bench in the park,he was ripping the petals of a rose one by one and muttering,"Yes,she will;no,she won't..."alternately as each petal glided softly to the ground.He was just trying to decide whether she would talk to him ever again.
He just kept reminiscing about those wonderful days.Those days which were long gone and were just memories now.Memories that still haunted him.Night and day.
Couldn't she just forgive him for his misdemeanour?Had he not apologized to her around a million times already?Well,he had.She'd said that it was okay.But was it really okay?Not in the slightest.Nothing was okay between them.Nothing at all.
Well,it had happened somewhat like this:
Six months ago:They barely knew each other.
Five months ago:They became acquaintances.
Four months ago:They became friends.
Three months ago:They became really good friends.
Two months ago:She realized that he had been pushing this a bit too far.He had crossed the limit.So,she gave him the silent treatment.She stopped talking to him.
One month ago:She started pretending that she barely knew him.
History had repeated itself.He became depressed and from then on,he is just found sitting on a bench in the park,ripping roses apart and muttering,"Yes,she will;no,she won't..."to himself.
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