What Is Wrong With Me?!

In the days that followed, his presence haunted my every thought, etching his features into the canvas of my memory. His face, so familiar yet so distant, lingered like an unfinished symphony. I could almost taste the sweetness of his smile. His laughter echoed in my mind, a bittersweet melody. But amidst the vivid recollections, there was a void—a silence where his voice should have been. Oh, how I longed to hear it, to hear him call my name, Hezlin , to feel the warmth of his words wrap around me like a comforting embrace. Yet, it remained a distant dream, forever out of reach, leaving me to yearn for a melody I feared I would never hear again.

As I discovered his name—David—a rush of realization flooded over me. Suddenly, everything fell into place, connecting him to the stories Munazza shared about .His kindness and generosity, his love for giving gifts to people every time he met and his brotherly presence in her life .It wasn't just about the gifts; it was about the genuine warmth and goodness he exuded, as described by Munazza.

A tinge of regret swept through me, knowing I hadn't been brave enough to reach out and befriend him that day. How different things might have been if I had just taken that chance to connect with him.

Well, it wouldn't be surprising if he had a couple of girlfriends at once, given how good-looking he is. His looks were like something out of a dream, the kind that makes you do a double-take just to make sure you're not imagining it. With every glance, it was like staring at a work of art, his features so perfect they seemed almost unreal. And that smile of his? It could light up a room in an instant, leaving everyone in its wake completely captivated. In simpler terms, he was basically the living definition of drop-dead gorgeous. I bet he's got girls lining up just to be seen with him. With those looks, he's probably the talk of the town, and I wouldn't be shocked if he's earned himself a reputation as a bit of a player.

Lost in my thoughts, I couldn't shake the image of him with another, imagining him with a girlfriend while he remained unaware of my feelings. The mere thought of someone else sharing his laughter, his secrets, his touch, ignited a flicker of jealousy within me. I couldn't help but wonder what made them worthy of his affection, what qualities they possessed that I lacked. Yet, amidst my jealousy, there lingered a bittersweet hope, a longing for a chance to capture his attention, to reveal the depth of my feelings, and perhaps even to discover a love that surpassed anything I had ever imagined.

Lost in my thoughts until my brother called out my name, "Hezlin? Hezlin?" Startled, I replied, "Yes, what happened? Is something wrong?" He handed me some books and exclaimed, "Is something wrong? I called you more than 9 times, where are you lost?" "I'm just thinking about my test report, you tell me what happened?" I deflected, trying to mask the real reason for my distraction.

"Help me with my homework," he requested. As I assisted him, I realized that David had been consuming my thoughts entirely. Why was I fixated on him? What was wrong with me? Why did my heart race whenever his name crossed my mind? I couldn't shake the feeling of being inexplicably drawn to him. It was as if he had cast a spell over me. And as I pondered these questions, a sense of unease settled over me, leaving me to wonder if perhaps there was more to my fascination with David than I dared to admit. I just don't know what is Wrong with me!

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