Everyone of us dream of a fairytale love story, right? Well, mine is different because of my KPOP addiction, I dreamed of making my love story a reality based on fan fictions. Well, you can't blame me because the people behind those stories made it SUPER BELIEVABLE that you could imagine yourself on the feet of the main character paired with your favorite KPOP Idol.
Fan Fictions saved me actually from drowning myself into the depths of depression. Yes, as in LOVE DEPRESSION. Crazy as it may seems but I did felt all the emotions inside that multi-chapter stories. ONE-SIDED LOVE, I got that term from fan fictions. What is ONE-SIDED LOVE? It is secretly loving a person without getting love in return. Well, it seems that I'm the main character now and I'm writing the plot of my own Fan Fiction based on true story.
What is the feeling of having a one-sided love? IT HURTS LIKE HELL! Why? Because YOU DON'T HAVE ALL THE RIGHTS TO OWN THE PERSON. All you can do is to sit back there, be a friend and that's it you can have all the happiness you want because you're with him. That's what more important, to have him by your side always. GIVE AND GIVE, I did that just to get the person I love to stay by my side. I went overboard. I caught this "ASSUMING CONDITION" for the past two years. Yeah, I've been a fool for whole two years. I've never felt ever in my life to love someone unconditionally. To embrace someone even it means I have to sacrifice everything around me. Why wouldn't I assume when he gives me back those sweet gestures I am showing him, carries my things everyday, be alone with him during weekends and go home late at night, and we even share the same group of friends that makes us technically classmates, seatmates and groupmates. How fantastic isn't it? Whoa!
Months passed I was ridiculously INSPIRED which came to a moment that I almost became excellent in my studies. Thank you to my true inspiration! I could die of happiness. We have these SKINSHIPS already (thanks to fan fiction for the word) that makes me assume that he felt the same way. Definitely crazy but I did bought him to my house. But still we're not together. Next, on the field trip day I felt that I needed to take my time and think of myself now. I prayed and asked for an answer "SHOULD I STILL ALLOW MYSELF TO HOLD ON TO HIM?" and the answer comes in bean-shaped, split in half wood. A devastating NO. I was spilling my tears while on tour and all that time he thought I was just sick. Well, blame it to yourself dude! I did get angry but I realized I shouldn't because all of that time I was the one working for that love not him. Did I mention that i became unproductive because of being brokenhearted? Definitely, PATHETIC.
After this disastrous love story, I have to face the two-faced bitch (Sorry for the term) who tries to make me damn jealous because she got my supposed-to-be prince charming. Oh well, in every love story there will always be that evil witch. But I cared less. Why? Because somewhere down that alley of a mall, I met the lost prince that would saved me from this unfortunate event in my life. And there the real story begins.
To be continued...
