Love? Sometimes, it can be a real pain. Forgive my sincerity, but why do I have to suffer for something that’s supposed to be sweet? Is it really worth it?
Okay! Enough of the silly questions. Let me get straight to the story.
It was a cold evening, and boredom was eating me alive. Tired of staring at the walls, I decided to step out, hoping to find a "debeaking partner." Don't ask me what that means.
Now, I know you’re itching to find out if I succeeded. Yes, I did. But... hmmm. This is the part where you need to pay extra attention. I ain't gonna repeat myself.
She was gorgeous—so breathtaking that I nearly forgot how to breathe. It felt like love at first sight, as if we had known each other since the beginning of the world. But in reality, this was the first time I had ever seen her.
There was something enchanting about her. Her bright eyes held a kind of joy that couldn’t be explained, and her smile—awww, so infectious. The moment she looked at me, I felt like my life had been on pause all this while, and now it was finally playing.
I couldn’t believe my luck. Me? Winning the heart, mind, and soul (but definitely not the body) of this beautiful lady? I was literally singing for joy in my heart.
I thought back to the number of less attractive ladies I had chased, wooed, and still failed to get. But now, here I was, standing before this stunning beauty, and she seemed genuinely interested in me. Maybe, just maybe, those folks were right—a shoe that fits you will slip on effortlessly.
The few minutes we spent talking felt like the best time I had ever spent on Earth. I threw in a bunch of witty questions, and trust me, there wasn’t a single one she didn’t smile, giggle, or laugh at. I was on fire!
But then… something changed.
At first, it was subtle. Her laughter became shorter, less genuine. She started glancing over her shoulder, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, like someone waiting for something—or someone.
I was so caught up in the moment that I ignored these little signs. Foolish me.
Then I saw him.
A man was approaching from a distance. Tall, broad-shouldered, moving with an air of quiet confidence.
I paused, expecting him to pass by. Maybe he was just a random pedestrian. But the moment he came close, the energy around us shifted.
The lady stiffened. Her breathing became shallow, her fingers twitching slightly at her sides. She bit her lower lip and looked down, avoiding my eyes.
Something was wrong.
The man walked past without a word, not even a glance in our direction. But that was when it happened.
Her face changed. The light in her eyes flickered out like a candle in the wind. Her pupils dilated, her mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to say something—but no words came.
She was trembling now, her hands clenched into small fists.
I frowned. “Hey, are you okay?”
She didn’t answer.
A cold shiver ran down my spine. A million-dollar question arrested my mind. Who was that man? And why did she suddenly look like she had seen a ghost?
Just as I was about to ask her again, a sharp, searing pain exploded at the back of my head. A loud thwack! rang in my ears.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear. I felt nothing.
Somewhere in the void, I thought I heard a scream—her scream. But was it real? Did she even care?
I had thought she was my lady. I had thought she loved me. I had thought she was into me.
I now understand that old saying well—if something is too sweet to be true, then it probably is.
I didn’t know she was just playing with my fragile heart. I didn’t know she had arranged with that man—her accomplice—to rob me.
Together, they took my shirt. My shorts. My shoes. And most importantly, my dignity.
I woke up minutes later, lying on the cold ground. Everything was gone—except for the blood oozing down the back of my head.
But fate wasn't entirely cruel. A kind soul—a charming lady—found me, covered me, and brought me home.
I had stepped out in search of love, but I returned without love, without my belongings, and without my pride.
Before you tell me whatever is on your mind, just wait for Part 2 of my story—where I tell you about the angel who had pity on me.
What? You can’t wait? Well, leave a comment while you warm up for the next part.
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