A Conversation
By Moeru H.

I sat on the floor, we stared at each other for a minute and then, she began to speak. “I know your pain, I can feel it.” I didn’t know what to reply. All I could mutter was a soft “oh”. Every word this girl in front of me uttered was as powerful as lighting striking every inch of my body, very painful with unrealistic truth in it. This was not the first time we had spoken to each other. In fact, little conversations, such as this, were innumerable. That was why I had taken her words seriously. I trusted her judgment. “You’re going to struggle with this your whole life. You’ll have to get used to it.”, she continued. You bet I will, I thought, unless I give up on this entirely and do whatever that pleases me regardless of the consequences. But as if she had read my mind, she said “You can do that, but it will only make you miserable”. She was absolutely right. If I had wanted to abandon everything I believe in, I would have done so a long time ago. Where was the pleasure in that, anyway? I would rather have a harsh life while living my truth than to have it easy yet continuously wrapped in lies. Yes, she was right. If only I had her optimism, I would fare much better in this so- called life. “Would it make you feel better”, she added, “if you knew that almost every person in the world goes through this?” The thought bothered me even more. The way she put it, the world seemed to be full of masochists. I closed my eyes to get away from her assessing gape. I knew that after this talk, she would be the one victorious, and I would be left speechless. It didn’t upset me that she always won. On the contrary, at the end of every encounter, I would feel invigorated, ready to face the next challenge. She was the very opposite of who I am, and yet, we got along in perfect harmony. I felt safe with her, and she felt the same way with me. We complemented each other’s happiness and misery to maintain both our sanities. Then, I opened my eyes and, again, both our eyes were locked at each other’s gaze. In silence, we understood that it was over. The moment I stood up, she was gone. Ten steps away, I looked back to where I sat. A little smile came to my face. It’s a good thing no one saw that, I thought, or else, people might call me crazy. Talking with one’s self, out loud, wasn’t quite normal, right?

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A/N: This was a requirement essay for my creative writing class. I was supposed to write one secret on 1st person POV. But I didn’t have any secrets that I’m willing to reveal (even if we didn’t need to write our names on it)! So, I wrote this.