I am not writing this story to impress anyone of you

This story is mine

I am writing this story because in real life he couldn't be mine but

If I can't have him in real life I'd rather have him in fictional

I don't want this story to reach him

Because he is somewhere happy with someone else thinking I never loved him.

I rather have him happy with someone else than sad with me

No real names are used as I want to keep his identity private

You can call me crazy obsessed

But he has to be mine if not in real than in in fictional

I don't know how to express my love for him

Sometimes he was the light in my life.

Sometimes he was the tears I cried.

Sometimes he was the smile I had.

Sometimes he was the air i breadth.

Sometimes he was hope I prayed.

If you're reading this hears a piece of advice

It is easy to be a writer's muse

But it takes forever to become a writer's feelings

Because muse is an inspiration, but feelings are what are written on paper.

If you have someone like them cherish them forever.

What is love?

Is it letting off that person, so they can be happy or is it holding on to them, so you can be happy.

I wanted to end it here but it says I have to complete 500 words so u had some questions to ask him i can't ask him in real life, so I'd rather ask him here.

Am I the only one who remembers us or am I the only one who remembers detail?.

2.Am I the only one who couldn't breathe properly when you weren't around?

You really think I have never loved you?Darling you were the only thing I loved.

4.Are you happy with her?

Is she treating you better are you happy now.

6.sometimes I feel maybe i should have hold you or stopped you.

Since I am the one writing this story the male POV will be written by me to so I don't know if it's exactly what he thought, but it's going to be a reflection of his actions..

Again I am writing this story so I could have him so some parts might be mortified because at the end he is going to be mine

but if your interested in the original story I will share it at the end

This story is going to be a reflection of dreams I had

I can't get boring and i completely understand it if it doesn't get famous or gets a high reach because the main reason of writing this story is to make him mine I want him for me to be with me to breadth with me wake up with me I want him

He has to be Mine

As I was playing in the park with a friend I always felt a stare at me as if someone was staring at me and I don't know who, but I could feel his energy. An energy negative enough to give me goosebumps all over my body. My friends were professional football players, and I was noob. After a lot of requests they took me in as a goalkeeper.

One of my friends threw the ball in the backyard of the garden

The backyard had no lights, and it was usually silent.

As I moved forward in the backyard in search of the football I could feel the negative energy grousing closer.

A shadow stopped in front of me giving me goosebumps as I turned towards it there was irshad.

I knew him he used to work at a Vivo store near my house I have seen him in this garden a lot of times.As he moved forward i could feel my hands getting numb.

Want me to help you he said with a smirk on his face enough to make me shiver.

I refused him trying to escape the situation, but maybe I was too late as I tried to run away he held my hand tight and stared at me for a moment.

In his eyes i could see that he is not safe I need to get out of here with his eyes giving me shivers.

As he moved forward kissing my neck sniffing me like a hungry dog

I knew it was wrong I just wanted to go from there but a 12 year old child was trying ger best to fight the 20+ year old Irshad.

As he started undressing himself he met my hand free I took the chance to throw sand in his eyes and tried my best to run away from that place and I succeeded.

I went home thinking I would tell my mom about it but then again for some people home was never their safe place.

I have been living with this secret for 2 yrs now.

I have grown older, but the fear of men just don't leave I can't stand around men they make my body uncomfortable. It starts to shiver and panic.I still can't sleep in darkness as it reminds me of that moment.

Weeks later I went to a relatives house for the holidays.

You sisters are your protectors but mine was someone I needed protection from.

I was framed for sleeping with 3 men.

A 14-year-old girl framed by her own cousin sister.

I kept crying begging to prove my innocence.

Everyone started looking at me with shame and disgust in their eyes

I was called a prostitute.

After all these things I forgot how to smile how to live I was living like a body not like a soul.

On January 1st 2023,

I had my dinner and went down for a walk when I saw someone.

He was wearing this green full neck jacket dark blue track pants

Dark blue sports shoes.A dark blue colour fitness band in his hand he has messy hairs blackish eyes we had an eye contact for 45 seconds.

My heart beating fast after all those things I near forget that I had a heart.I smiled after 2 years I smiled as if he was commanding my lips to smile.As I saw him going i could feel a new positive energy in me i could feel myself i could feel alive i could feel that I have a soul not just a body.