The holidays came and we didn’t seeeach other for that while. Our only form of contact was throughtext messaging and e-mailing each other. I didn’t mind and neitherdid she. The both of us had enjoyed each other’s virtual company somuch that we couldn’t bear to leave and I did everything I couldjust to get online. This carried on for a few months. We got soused to it that it became our primary form of contact untilnow.
New Year’s Eve came and we went out.We went to get materials for a present for another girl. The wronggirl. As we were about to go our separate ways, she received a texttelling her to go to a New Year’s countdown with her friends. Notwanting to go alone, she invited me along. That was the day it allhappened. The day I fought off evil monsters and had to sneak pastmost of them through a forest of trees. Okay fine, I’m exaggeratingbut if you were there, you’d understand that it was almost thesame. That was the day I got attached too, not to herthough.
Soon after, I found out that she wasunhappy. I tried to do everything a silly teenager would do. Iwished on eyelashes, stars and birthdays. All I wanted was for herto be happy. I still wish that for her but I’ll never know whethershe has been happy because like the others, I’m locked out of herthoughts and feelings. One day while I was shopping for books, Isaw this honey colored gemstone necklace. On the top of thepackaging wrote Happiness in bold. The first thing that came tomind was ‘It wouldn’t hurt to try.’ and so without another thought,I bought it and passed it to her the next time we met.
Couple of days later, I received atext from her apologizing profusely. I asked her what’s happened