sâmbătă, 13 iunie 2009

The bubble story

There was once a boy, a normal boy, a happy boy, a boy who didn't know about fear, anger, disappointment, or any other of tose heart-tearing feelings. He had this bubble of his, protecting him from all it was bad and evil in this world. The bubble wouldn't let anything to go in, but also didn't let anything to go out. So we have this boy who couldn't express himself, who couldn't tell the world how he is feeling, who was unable to feel any sort of feeling. Nobody could understand him, not because he had speaking problems, but because the bubble kept in all his emotions. Try to imagine how it's like to be suffocated by your own feelings, to have and not being able to share.


So he sat there, lonely as always, hoping that one day someone would break that wall surrounding him. As days past he didn't loose hope, and he couldn't be angry or disappinted because he didn't know what those feelings were. One day he saw a girl, a beautiful girl, an angry girl, a disappointed girl, a heart-broken girl, a girl whose bubble apparently has been broken. He watched her walk, he heard her talk, he felt her near him even if she was miles away. He loved everything about her. He tried and tried to show her how much he loved her but the bubble didn't allow that.

As days past, the boy watched the girl walk, angry, disappointed, heart-broken, until one day when se noticed him. "I saw you watching me every day. What do you want?", the girl asked being more angry than usual. The boy didn't know what to say, so he said the only thing, the thing that went through his head a million times: "I love you". The girl didn't even blinked. "You don't love me, look at you, you're pathetic in that little bubble of yours, you don't even know what love is". The boy now really remained speecheless. He had a rush running through his veins but didn't know what it was. For the first time, something exterior has got to him, it was obvious that he was now experimenting new feelings and what he thought it was love, it was only the echo of his desperate need of affection reflected back by the bubble.

Finally pulling himself together, he asked the girl: "Why are you so angry all the time?". The girl replied: "I had a bubble once, just like yours, it was a beautiful bubble, i was happy, but i felt it was not enough, i wanted more and because i loved a boy, i decided that the only way my love for him will truly be revealed is by breaking the bubble and letting all my emotions run free. So i did, i broke the bubble, i felt the rush, i loved the boy, he loved me back and we created our own bubble, filled by our love for each other. So there we were, certain that nothing could hurt us, happy, in love, until one day when we woke up in separate bubbles, looking at each other but not knowing what to do. Turns out i was trapped in my bubble with his emotions and he was trapped in his bubble with my emotions. We eventually realised what we really felt for each other and it definitively wasn't love. When we broke our bubbles we looked at each other and walked away, as if nothing ever happened. How coud this be, we were certain that we were in love but the bubble showed otherwise. So here i am, alone, angry, disappointed, trying to make you realise that all you feel is a lie." (to be continued)








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