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there was a big splash and i was relieved whenb i hit the water. i grabbed your hands and swam to the edge of the pool. i was partly convinced that i was gonna die when i jumped off the roof. you grinned as you untied your hair and laid down. and i pushed my hands further down the pockets of my wet jacket. not because of the cold, but simply because i had nothing else to do.
"that was pretty intense huh?' you asked, "that moment of not knowing if you are gonna make it alive."
i nodded. not knowing what to say. i was trembling, not sure if it was due to the cold, or the thought of being wet and around you. i stared at the swimming pool and was captivated by the slivery lining of the water. i was tempted to scoop it up.
"is there a word that means love and hate at the same time?" you asked with a frown.
i looked at you blankly and said, "lust?"
you shook your head and you asked me if i knew who jerry was. i had no idea how jerry would be related to your question. so i said no.
you rolled your eyes and explained.
"there was once a paper doll named jerry. he was made of the finest smoothest paper and drawn with the expensive ink. he was so beautifully drawn that woever who saw him would gasp out in delight. like most people who know that they are beautiful, he was arrogant and he played it well by refusing to join the other toys."
you stopped. and i gestured you to continue.
"the end."
"is this those kind of stories that i have to make up my own ending?"
"jerry was my paper doll. he was too beautiful to be kept with the other toys so i burned him." you replied with no emotions.
more pauses. more shivers from me.
"infatuation." i smiled grimly as i spoke.
"what?"
"the word. the word that meant love and hate at the same time." i said with confidence, even though i knew there wasn't a word in the world that contained that meaning.
you smiled. and for one fleeting moment, i thought i saw vulnerability in your eyes.
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"that was pretty intense huh?' you asked, "that moment of not knowing if you are gonna make it alive."
i nodded. not knowing what to say. i was trembling, not sure if it was due to the cold, or the thought of being wet and around you. i stared at the swimming pool and was captivated by the slivery lining of the water. i was tempted to scoop it up.
"is there a word that means love and hate at the same time?" you asked with a frown.
i looked at you blankly and said, "lust?"
you shook your head and you asked me if i knew who jerry was. i had no idea how jerry would be related to your question. so i said no.
you rolled your eyes and explained.
"there was once a paper doll named jerry. he was made of the finest smoothest paper and drawn with the expensive ink. he was so beautifully drawn that woever who saw him would gasp out in delight. like most people who know that they are beautiful, he was arrogant and he played it well by refusing to join the other toys."
you stopped. and i gestured you to continue.
"the end."
"is this those kind of stories that i have to make up my own ending?"
"jerry was my paper doll. he was too beautiful to be kept with the other toys so i burned him." you replied with no emotions.
more pauses. more shivers from me.
"infatuation." i smiled grimly as i spoke.
"what?"
"the word. the word that meant love and hate at the same time." i said with confidence, even though i knew there wasn't a word in the world that contained that meaning.
you smiled. and for one fleeting moment, i thought i saw vulnerability in your eyes.
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