For once in your life, someone hated you.
You took his train-toy just because you thought friends were supposed to share everything. He cried instead. He told the teacher that he hated you. For all of these times, everyone loved you – except him, that day. He hated you. For once in your life, you knew someone could actually hate you. And your heart hurt. But you didn’t die.
Your body changed. You grew your beard. You had your braces. You looked yourself in the mirror, and thought to yourself that no girls would want to date someone like you. You were not in basketball team, not in any band either. You were great in mathematics, but that seemed like a curse instead of a blessing. People started to laugh at you. Girls talked behind your back. Your classmates didn’t invite you to their parties. And your heart hurt. But you didn’t die.
You saw her for the first time. She was amazing, smart, sweet and beautiful. She was everyone’s sweetheart; you were just one of her admirers – but it didn’t matter. You felt butterflies. You felt like dying and living at the same time. You fell – so hard. But you didn’t die.
You did anything for her – even though your mom said she wasn’t right for you. You brought her flowers. You took her home. You answered her phone immediately and let her talked to you for hours – with a long day before you. You did her homework just because she had some parties to attend and you weren’t actually invited. You picked her up afterwards just because she was too drunk to drive. And you saw her kissing him – the bandleader. Your heart broke – for the first time. You thought you were going to die. But you didn’t.
You sent your best application to the companies. You knew you had your capabilities and abilities. You owned confidence. You waited. One month. Two months. Four months. No callings. You started to get frustrated. But you didn’t die.
She was in your hand. You actually had the best thing in life – or so you thought. You told her everything. You trusted her. She was amazing. She had the best smile in the world; and most importantly, she loved you. She made you felt like hero; like you were capable of doing and being anything in this world. She held your world, but broke your heart. To pieces; or even less than pieces. You wished that were all a dream. You felt like dying. But you didn’t. You didn’t die.
You meet her. And this time, it feels different.
And life goes on. Yes it does.
Remember how many times you felt like dying, but you survived anyway?
Remember those sleepless nights because your heart ached, but you survived anyway?
And remember how the next day, sun still shines, and later, life gives you other surprises?
You didn’t die.