Few years ago back at school, I remember this girl crying so hard like she's the first I've ever seen crying I remember getting her a glass of water and not wanting her to talk about it at all, I did not want to know the reason she cried and I felt sorry for her that I almost cried. After a couple of hours a girl came to us and asked me if I knew what's wrong with the crying girl and if not she'd tell me, I told her that I didn't want to know but she insisted that it's actually funny and I'd like the story and didn't shut up she kept talking and talking until she said the reason of all that poor girl's tears, which is "A broken heart" I hated knowing that, I walked back to the girl and she was still crying. I was standing about fifteen feet away thanking God that I'm not that reckless, I promised myself to never fall in love to never feel what that girl was feeling, I hated the story and the girl with the broken heart thinking how childish everything is, I went back to my class and napped with my earphones on, I only did that when I used to get really upset. When I woke up the girl was perfectly fine and I was so stunned, was everything just happened a dream? no, no I can swear it wasn't and I feared to ask.
The girl now is getting married at 21
And I'm suffering of a broken heart
I am that girl at the age of 21
I'm everything I hated
And that's just the broken heart part
staying at the safe side damaged me more than actually taking the risk or the chance, I was happy though. I was really happy.