On "Nasu"
There was once a girl…
(I suppose that’s the way of lot of stories begin…)
She went by the name, “Nasu.” She was a girl, much like any other girl, looking for her way in the world. And like so many other girls, she got lost along the way.
When I first met her, she asked me a series of questions in an attempt to assess my (somewhat enigmatic) character. I must have passed her test because not too long afterward she began to offer me sexual favors.
In retrospect, I sort of wish I had accepted. … I guess I don’t truly mean that, but what a thought!
One day another friend of mine (who claimed to have feelings for her) walked up to Nasu and cheerily said, “Hey, saw your nudes.” She looked as though she might die of embarrassment and shuffled off as quickly as she could.
I found these nude photos of her online and it occurred to me what must have happened in order for this to transpire. My guess? Some asshole boyfriend. But what can you do?
I remember not hearing from her for a very long time. Every so often, I send her a message in an attempt to reestablish a connection. Usually I’m met with some sort of sarcastic response as if I don’t actually know who she is.
It really isn’t my concern, I suppose. But in a way I wish that it was.
I don’t know what will happen. And I guess that is what I find most disturbing about the whole situation. I know that a girl like her could have become someone truly amazing. And now it’s all wasted, I’m sure of it.
But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe right now she’s doing something so incredible and special that I would feel completely insignificant in comparison.
Deep down, I know she’s not. But I can hope, right?
What it really comes down to is what we let ourselves become. It’s all right to make mistakes. We’re human. They are bound to happen. We just have to remember to learn from them, too. And change and grow.
Maybe, sometime long from now, I will see her again. And if so, I hope that it will be a meeting worth having. Once I was a person worthy of her attention, having proved myself in her strange little test. Now I am forgotten in her unknown universe. Or am I?
Time will tell.
Still, I hope she’s happy. For her sake.
(I suppose that’s the way of lot of stories begin…)
She went by the name, “Nasu.” She was a girl, much like any other girl, looking for her way in the world. And like so many other girls, she got lost along the way.
When I first met her, she asked me a series of questions in an attempt to assess my (somewhat enigmatic) character. I must have passed her test because not too long afterward she began to offer me sexual favors.
In retrospect, I sort of wish I had accepted. … I guess I don’t truly mean that, but what a thought!
One day another friend of mine (who claimed to have feelings for her) walked up to Nasu and cheerily said, “Hey, saw your nudes.” She looked as though she might die of embarrassment and shuffled off as quickly as she could.
I found these nude photos of her online and it occurred to me what must have happened in order for this to transpire. My guess? Some asshole boyfriend. But what can you do?
I remember not hearing from her for a very long time. Every so often, I send her a message in an attempt to reestablish a connection. Usually I’m met with some sort of sarcastic response as if I don’t actually know who she is.
It really isn’t my concern, I suppose. But in a way I wish that it was.
I don’t know what will happen. And I guess that is what I find most disturbing about the whole situation. I know that a girl like her could have become someone truly amazing. And now it’s all wasted, I’m sure of it.
But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe right now she’s doing something so incredible and special that I would feel completely insignificant in comparison.
Deep down, I know she’s not. But I can hope, right?
What it really comes down to is what we let ourselves become. It’s all right to make mistakes. We’re human. They are bound to happen. We just have to remember to learn from them, too. And change and grow.
Maybe, sometime long from now, I will see her again. And if so, I hope that it will be a meeting worth having. Once I was a person worthy of her attention, having proved myself in her strange little test. Now I am forgotten in her unknown universe. Or am I?
Time will tell.
Still, I hope she’s happy. For her sake.