In what felt like an eternity, I heard the doorbell. This time, he had the manners to ring instead of just walking in. Honestly, I preferred it the other way, when he felt more comfortable. It took me a moment, but I opened the door for him. He looked okay. I suppose at first glance I looked okay, too, but he was definitely more convincing. I briefly greeted him, but hardly heard what we both had said. It was small talk and I hated it. It was forced and I hated it. He looked uncomfortable and I hated it. We sat down on the couch, not at all as close as we would have before, and I hated it. I just hated this whole encounter. "Have you been hurting yourself again?" he asked quietly. He had never known me while I had self harm issues before, he had only heard of them and seen my scars. He must have no idea what to do. I feel bad, I 'm probably making him guilty. He probably thinks I 'm trying to get his attention or something. I hate this. "Sorry." That was all I could say. I was sorry for a lot, pretty much sorry for my whole existence. Sorry for everything I had done that probably really annoyed him and made him regret ever meeting me. We were silent for a few minutes, and I hated that, too. We used to be able to sit like this and hear each other 's breath and feel each other 's presence and it was okay. Now the air is stiff and heavy and I can feel his reluctance and my desperation and I hate it. "Say something!" I begged him. He looked at me like some vulnerable,
I was looking at him, smiling, even telling him I was sorry. I'm sure he couldn't understand, but he didn't need to.
I have only talked to this person about two times since being here at college. It was a Tuesday morning, around 7:45 a.m. We were in the elevator, going from the fourth floor to the first. I was nervous getting on the elevator, knowing I was about to do it. I stood right by this person, since there were five others, all around the age of nineteen, with us. As I started to ask how their morning was, I leaned in to talk to them. This person actually pulled their head back away from mine as they started to talk. I noticed their eyes got wider and they were hesitant to answer me back. During our conversation, I felt embarrassed because I could tell I made them uncomfortable. After we got to the first floor, I walked fast to leave this person. I was that self-conscious, I wanted to leave immediately. Breaking a social norm with an acquaintance is an awkward situation for both people.
I also gave her personal space as we had never met before; this was so she felt comfortable.
Note: I know I have done bad things in the past, I want to say sorry for that, I know that was very immature of me to do. Let's start.
The whole situation wasn't romantic in the least. Subsequently, I had a picturesque mental portrait of his face, each flaw and perfection, his buggy eyes and closed mouth. I felt he was just some boy that reappeared. Proving how immensely strange the universe is.
After hours of waiting there was a knock at your door. You jumped up, excitedly bouncing over to it, but once it opened your expression fell.
sight of him. He knocked on my front door with a strong hand. I open up the door to a 5’ 6”
My initial feelings were that he and I were going to hate each other for the next three years we would have to spend together. It was three years because I was one
“I just don’t like to talk about it or even think about it. Sometimes when I am by myself, doing beadwork or something. I stop all the sudden and tears just start coming down”
He laughed at the obvious icebreaker. I introduced myself and we ended up talking for a good portion of the night. The conversation was not completely focused on either one of us. Contrary to Tannen’s views, I was first to introduce myself and make sure the focus of the conversation did not shift solely to one person.
and I felt gross I didn't look him in the eyes I felt fat and i walked over and
The man’s face that stared reluctantly and quite relieved I would guess looked torn between two different emotions. Stress and grief caught at both angles of his eyes and around his mouth, which appeared subdued to an unsmiling life. I was actually intendedly stricken for the man who stood so solemnly before me and I am certain that my contortedly horrified face appeared unwelcoming and disgusted. This however was not the way I was brought up to think or even in my own independent mind suggested such a cruel thought. For though I was horrified at how dreadful he seemed, I was sympathetic and welcoming indeed! The man bowed lamely and presumed that he understood how I would not let him in, I shook my head slightly and confused as I was he seemed more. He considered my nod as if to decipher whether or not it meant yes or no then deciding on the negative answer he started to slump off slowly. Panicked though I was at the misunderstanding, soon regaining the momentum of the events I called out hastily. “Sir, I am welcoming for you!” the man turned just his head with a look of absolute surprise and he drawlingly returned to where he had stood before. I had never seen a man this close to me before in such conditions, in truth he looked ready to
I'm sorry for not being your voice when you needed it to scream, I'm sorry for not stand up for your rights, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the abuses, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the bullying. When you needed me the most I kept myself in silence, afraid of what it might happened to you and still couldn't be avoid it. We've been together since we were born, and we've had to learn to grow together, to learn together, to love each other despite the pain, the struggles, the obstacles, the grieve, the loneliness. I know my apology is way too late, but it is important to me to let you know how much you mean to me, I had to learn how to appreciated the woman you’re today. The woman you’re today is stronger, wiser, intelligent, sensitive, kind, tough and funny; basically, all the things you’ve always aspired to be, you’ve made it!. If I have to think in a
We were seating really close to each other, but it didn’t feel awkward. I thought it was funny that just earlier in the day we were complete strangers and now we were like that. After a couple of episodes, he made his way back to his seat. The flight atendants started serving some food. We would land in an hour.
“You say sorry to your friends all the time, but think of the last time you said sorry to them. That’s right, you can’t. Maybe instead of thinking you’re always right. A simple sorry might fix it, you might get a lecture, but that’s only because our parents care about us.”