September 21, 2016

How Do I Stop Thinking About You?

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Rémi Walle
Rémi Walle

How To Stop Thinking About You
(His Perspective)

How do I stop thinking about you? I can’t. I want to but it’s impractical.

We met in a soiree back in high school. I still remember that cute pink dress and lustrous necklace you wore the first time I saw you across the room. From what I noticed, you were one of the well-liked girls. How couldn’t you be? You were beautiful, charming, and stunning. You had this lighthearted character that could cheer any sad soul anytime.

My friends caught me admiring you from afar, and I was thinking of ways to approach you without humiliating myself. Faith was on my side when we were chosen as partners in one game. We struck a conversation. You told me your passions and hobbies, and I told you mine. You were even astonished when I mentioned I love Ed Sheeran. The rest of the night, you introduced to me to your classmates as if we’d been friends for a long time. I tried to hide my displeasure whenever one of my classmates would talk to you.

Before the night ended, I mustered all my courage to ask for your number and when you gave it, you told me “you better text me ah, don’t keep me waiting.” As soon as you walked away, my cheeks were pink and I had the biggest smile on my face.

We started texting each other, every day and every night; there were moments I asked you if I can call you, and those conversations would last for hours, because neither of us wanted to put the phone down.

You invited me to go with you to watch Guardians Of The Galaxy, Big Hero 6, X-Men and 22 Jump Street. Every time we would watch, I offered you my blue suede jacket because you’d say were freezing inside the movie house.

I remember when I bought us tickets to Ed Sheeran, tears of joy ran down your eyes and you suddenly gave me a tight hug and a long kiss on my left cheek. We were at Cold Stone when we were waiting for the gates of MOA to open., I bought you Cinnamon and White Chocolate ice cream while I ordered my favorite, French Vanilla. When the gates opened you rushed inside while grabbing my right forearm and slowly our palms were together and our fingers were latched together. That was the first time I was able to grasp your smooth and soft hands. The whole night you were singing to the songs of Ed Sheeran while I was simply living in the moment. You were taking pictures of Ed Sheeran and the venue while I was taking pictures of you.

During the songs Thinking Out Loud and All Of The Stars, your back was against me, your head was on my chest while my left arm was around your waist and my right hand was holding your right hand. In that moment, I wasn’t able to resist kissing your lips.

I knew I was in love with you. Was I fool for thinking you were in love with me too?

After the concert, we went out more often and we went to theme parks, Ice Skating and shopping together, until one day I finally had the confidence to ask you if could be my girlfriend.

You said “no.”

You told me you weren’t ready and you preferred if we would stayed as best friends until you were ready.

This broke my heart into pieces, and broke me as a person. I wasn’t able to see you as the same person again and in a snap, our conversations and messages ended. I would see you along the corridors and do my best impression to smile and greet you but it’s different. I would think of you every day and every night. Some nights I lay on my back stair at the ceiling and think about you and what could’ve been.

So how do I stop thinking about you? This is the second time I asked myself that question, so I’ll just ask you.

How did you stop thinking about me?


How To Stop Thinking About You
(Her Perspective)

How do I stop thinking about you? I can’t. I want to, but it’s difficult.

We met in an acquaintance party back in 4th year high school. I still remember that classy dark blue polo shirt, black slim fit jeans and white sneakers you wore the first time I saw you across the room. From what I notice, you were one of the popular guys in your class. How couldn’t you be? You were handsome, appealing and muscular. You had this buoyant charismatic mood that could cheer any sad soul anytime.

My friends keep on telling me you were staring at me from afar, and I was trying to not look in your direction yet there were time I glimpse at you when you were off-guard. I kinda blushed when we were chosen as partners in one game. You strucked a conversation, and asked me what are my passions and hobbies. I was astonished when you mentioned you also love Ed Sheeran. For the remainder of the night I introduced you to my classmates who were already shipping me with you. I noticed you didn’t like when one of your classmates would talk to me. Don’t worry, I also showed displeasure to my classmates who were talking to you.

Before the night ended you asked for my number, and without hesitation I gave it to you , I didn’t even realize that I told you “You better text me ah, don’t keep me waiting,” because I was overjoyed.

We started texting each other, every day and every night, there were moments you asked me if you could call me and I couldn’t even express how happy I was. The conversations we had through the phone would last for hours because neither of us doesn’t want to put the phone down.

I was petrified the first time I asked you to go with me to watch Big Hero 6 but soon after I had no fears at all so we watched Guardians Of The galaxy X-Men and 22 Jump Street, and every time we would watch, I would intentionally leave my cardigan so you would lend me your fluffy, cozy blue suede jacket with a Bvlgari perfumed scent.

I remember when you bought us tickets to Ed Sheeran. Tears of joy ran down my eyes and I couldn’t fight the urge to give you a tight hug and a long kiss on your left cheek. We were at Cold Stone when we were waiting for the gates of MOA to open.You bought me a Cinnamon and White Chocolate ice cream and you ordered your favorite, French Vanilla. When the gates opened, I rushed inside while grabbing your huge right forearm, and slowly our palms were together and our fingers were latched together. That was the first time I was able to grasp your rough yet soft hands. The whole night I was singing to the songs of Ed Sheeran while you were simply enjoying yourself. I was taking pictures and I caught you taking pictures of me. This kinda irritated me but I still got butterflies in my stomach.

During the songs Thinking Out Loud and All Of The Stars, I leaned to your warm chiseled body, while my left hand was grabbing your left hand and my right hand was holding your right hand. We were in the moment, and in that moment, I wasn’t able to resist kissing your lips.

I knew I was in love with you. Was I an idiot for thinking you were in love with me too?

After the concert, we went out more often and we went to theme parks, Ice Skating and shopping together, until one day you had the courage to ask me if could be your girlfriend.

I wanted to say yes, but I said “no.”

I told you I wasn’t ready and I preferred if we would stayed as best friends until I was ready. However in truth, I was ready. I just didn’t think I deserved a wonderful person like you. I thought you were better off with someone prettier and more amazing.

I think this broke your heart and also broke you as a person. This also broke me. You started avoiding me. I was still texting you and tried calling you yet in a snap, our conversations and messages would be non-existent. I tried asking you to go out with me but you told me you were busy. I would see you along the corridors try to confront you but I can’t.. I thought of you every day and every night, and some nights I lay on my back stair at the ceiling and think about you and what could’ve been.

So how do I stop thinking about you? This is the second time I asked myself that question, so I’ll just ask you.

How did you stop thinking about me? TC mark

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