Techivita’s Note: I didn’t really know how to approach this because I’ve never actually “been in love” so I’m assuming how all of this feels and how you think of it. I kinda wanted it to be towards the “analyzing” side than the “story-like” side because it is a pretty broad topic. So yea. Here you go.
Written by Techivita – Requested by Victoria S.
It wasn’t that guys were total jerks or that she couldn’t find love, it’s just it was just never right. Never right for her at least. She never felt right in a relationship. Something was always off. Nothing ever clicked the way she wanted to. And whenever that feeling “clicked” it was always with a guy that didn’t like her back. Why did this have to happen to her? She didn’t ask for this life! She just wanted to find that perfect guy. That one guy that satisfied her needs and her’s satisfied his. She knew there was no “perfect guy” in the world, but she would at least attempt to find one.
Victoria paced back and forth in the basketball court. She had contemplated this since she first ever realized about relationships. No one ever seemed to understand her frustration. Either they were single and basically didn’t care about a relationship lifestyle or they were in a relationship and didn’t know how to help her find the “perfect one”. She’s been heartbroken so many times, she never actually knew if she would find the “one”. Maybe this was God testing her strength. Maybe fate doesn’t want her to have a perfect guy. Either way it was both unfair. She didn’t want to live this lif-
“Ow!” She cried out as a basketball hit her on the head. She rubbed the sore spot in aggravation as she looked around trying to look for the culprit as a boy in a white sport shirt ran up to her.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yea… but dude, you should watch it next time.” She replied as she glared at him with anger. She felt the blood rising in her face as she spoke and looked, deadlocked into his eyes.
The boy looked sadly into her eyes trying to find a way to apologize to her, but no words came out of his mouth.
“I’m… I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.” He finally replied. “Feel better!”
He ran back to his group of friends and they started to resume their game of basketball.
Victoria sighed and walked to sit at the benches. While she walked she blushed again.
“He was cute.” She thought to herself as she sat on the green, wooden bench. She hunched over and felt the spot of injury again, and realized there was a small bump. “He was cute and pretty nice.”
Maybe she would find the one after all.