Simple But Special
#Introduction#
Hi. My name is Anisa, commonly called Nisa. An ordinary girl, quiet, and a little hard to get along with. I've always been haunted by a sense of insecure. How not? All my friends are beautiful, kind, smart, friendly, talented, and from the family. While me? I'm ugly, brain fit, quiet, talent I have no idea, I don't know, and I'm from a simple family. What is. I am thankful to be in this family. At least I know the meaning of struggle, and I trained independently early on. I can be more grateful for any simple blessing.
I always wished I could be loved by someone. But whatever the power, I'm not that attractive to be made someone for something. Unlike my friends, who have a beautiful, sweet, and graceful look so many men who like it. Maybe all the boys at my school liked it.
Not like me who has a face for what it is, just an ordinary appearance, installment. It does not reflect the attitude of girls. Maybe that's why no one likes me. Three years in High School, no man likes me. They may not even know me, either name or face. Not only men, maybe the younger siblings both boys and girls only 1 2 people who know me. It's sad, isn't it?haha. Again, I am insecure..
But I am grateful to be surrounded by friends who can comfort me. They always save
..."You are beautiful, even when I first saw you, I thought so. Maybe not yet, nothing is right."...
That's what they say when I complain about paras.
Oh, my friends, I want to share a little bit of my story, my heartbroken story of 2013. The year I met a simple, handsome, sweet man. He's a woman's dream, especially my old friend.
He with his simplicity was able to make my heart that was like this stone melt. He made the day and my once dark heart color. He was able to make my heart beat unnaturally when I met him. Simple things that become beautiful when done with him.
He was the one who first made me love, made me feel something I had never felt before. However, he was also the first to make me sick, teaching me what it is to love the real, what it is to be sincere and what it is to have a chest.
Perhaps others who hear it think this is just monkey love, which often happens to teenagers. But for some reason, my heart thinks about it. I'm. Loving him sincerely, liking the simple things we went through, until now, 5 years, I was unable to find a successor.
I once wished, even every day and every moment, that he would come to me with love, with the same taste. But wishful thinking remains wishful thinking, reality does not match expectations. I waited for many years, many years I wished, and I harbored a feeling, liked it in silence. But I was not the chosen one. He went with someone else. Memories remain memories, but it is me who until now has not been able to escape from his shadow.
I tried to occupy myself with a pile of tasks, by working tirelessly, hoping that I could soon forget. But it's not that easy. That simple thing, the thing I've never felt with anyone. Now I have to learn to accept everything. It flew, but fell when it had not reached its destination.
Through this writing, I want to tell you a little bit about my true problems. I deliberately wrote it, because I was tired of telling my friends, maybe they were sick of hearing the man's name. I hope that with this writing it can be a little bit of a relief for my heart, and I hope someday I can see my writing, that I was once that faithful in terms of loving, waiting for someone, that I will be able to love someone, and expect someone who doesn't expect me at all.
I hope you enjoy it and like it too. May you read this story. The romance of High School boys, the love of monkeys, if they say.
Happy reading, hope you likeaaaa💗
Sweat away from me, for the readers tersayang🤗🤗
