A story

A story

A Story by Nixi Hearrts

Today, I'm going to tell you a story. Here's how it started. 

I met a guy. 

Well, you can stop yourself right there because I know what you're thinking. This isn't a love story.  

So, I met a guy. He was hot, kind and friendly, but once again, this isn't that kind of story. 

He and I, we started talking and we soon became friends. We came to realize how much we actually had in common. We were practically the same person. 

We had the same interests. We liked a lot of the same books, authors, shows, music, actors, colors; Practically anything that you can have in common with someone, we did, with occasional rare exceptions (he liked bands, I didn't. He did sports and things, I rarely went outside, etc.)

Our personalities were nearly identical as well. We had a lot of the same insecurities, anxieties, existential crises, etc. We were both sad sometimes and we often helped each other through rough patches in our lives because we knew exactly how the other felt from experience. 

Neither of us truly liked ourselves, but each of us thought the other was great. Neither of us thought that we were attractive, while the other assured us that we were one of the hottest/prettiest guys/girls that they had ever met. Neither of us believed the other and the argument continued. We were both stubborn. 

I really liked talking to him. We made jokes all the time but also had serious conversations. We were both a little (very) awkward but neither of us really cared about the other's awkwardness. 

All the while I was getting to know him and we were becoming friends, there was something that bothered me about him. Not bothered necessarily, but something felt... off to me. There was something that I couldn't fathom and I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was. 

Finally, one day, I figured it out. 

The thing was that we were friends and we were practically the same person. He liked me (or at least I thought he did) and he liked talking to me. If I had the chance to be friends with and talk to myself I wouldn't because I don't like myself. 

That's what was off. 

I couldn't fathom a me that liked me. And that's what he was. 

© 2016 Nixi Hearrts



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Heyhey! My name is Niccole (but you can call me Nixi) I LOOOOOOOVE writing but I'm new around this site so cut me some slack, ok? I love Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Maximum Ride, Confessions, Diverg.. more..

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