"Sorry, I don't love you. I mean--yes, I do but not in the way you think," he declares. "That's fine. I don't really expect anything. I just wanted to be honest, that's all," she soothes. "Yeah, but please don't hate me, okay? Let's stay friends," he requests. "Yeah, we'll always be friends--but, I need a bit of time, okay? I'll try to be the same soon," she concedes. Days evolve into weeks. Weeks turn into months. He waits for her to reappear. A year passes by and still, she's nowhere to be seen. Gone is the usual banter. A shouting static from her end--until one day, a friend mentions her name. "Dude, I hear she's already with someone else. I thought you knew," the friend mentions, casually. His heart shatters into pieces and he doesn't even perceive why. Maybe it's because he misses her--or, mayhap, it's because... "Nah, she's just too special, that's all!" he castigates himself, "Besides, there's nothing else to do--or perhaps, perhaps, there is--" Microtale: "Perchance" SHREYA, hehe. You asked for a 5-line one but my mind went all the way. I shall try the 5-line microtale later. 😄 #Perchance #microtale #diwa #yqbaba
