Hey Look! It's A Recycle Bin!

One Reason - Short Story.

One Reason.

Sometimes when a person is happy, they feel there flying high over the clouds. Sometimes when a person is sad, they just want to curl up in a ball and cry their hearts out.

Is it possible that I feel both right now?

Everything he says, he does, has got my heart beating faster than normal, making me blush a deep red.

Every touch, every kiss he does, gives me a feeling like I belong with him, and no one else.

But whenever I’m alone without him, I just want to curl up in a ball and cry my heart out.

One reason: I don’t deserve him.

I look at my reflection in the water.

It shows imperfection features. A girl with many different flaws. A girl with insecurities of her own.

But yet, despite all those things, he still tells me he loves me.

Then there’s him and his life.

He came from a broken home, had a hard past.

I didn’t care about those things but yet, with him having the worst upbringing and childhood ever, he’s as happy as he can be.

He could’ve killed himself.

He could’ve done drugs.

He could’ve run away.

He could’ve waste his life away and not care.

But he didn’t.

Instead he stayed and got through every single problem in his life, without a challenge.

Then I came along.

A girl who doesn’t like herself.

A girl who thinks no one loves he despite having a loving family and friends.

A girl who thinks she isn’t beautiful.

A girl who wanted to die.

But I didn’t.

One reason: Because of him.

He showed me the world.

He showed me what love is.

He showed me everything.

And he loves him.

How did I get so lucky?

I’m selfish, insecure, a girl who’s done things she not proud of.

But he stood by me, through everything and loved me til I loved him.

I see a boy behind me. The reflection of the water brings his vibrant green eyes out, making them almost look like glass. His body is almost like glass, unlike mine, where it’s plain and realistic. He’s like a glass doll.

A beautiful, glass doll.

I turn around and give him a smile while he embraces me.

He gives me a gentle kiss on the lips and puts his forehead against mine.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

I look away, not believing him. He only says that cause he has too.

“Look at me,” he said.

I look at him. I look him in his green eyes getting lost in them.

He stares back at me.

“You are beautiful. I’ll say it every day if I have to,” he whispers softly.

I gave him kiss on his cheek and his takes my hand, leading me to the brand new world that he’s opened before my eyes.

One reason: He loves me, despite everything. 

The End.