Almost all girls dream about their happily ever after. It is something that everyone knows they do. Sara was no different. Since the day she met Zain she had been dreaming of a future with him, a future full of hope and love. Zain, however, didn’t even know she existed. He was aloof and self-absorbed. For him the only person worth loving was himself. Poor Sara, she was in a world of trouble. But that would turn out to be the least of her worries. Life is so tricky at times, don’t you agree?
“I had a dream once, a dream where I was happy and loved,” Sara told her friends, “I never thought I would end up in a relationship that would suck all my energy, leaving me broken and battered.”
“At least you are free now,” her friend said, “there is still life ahead of you. You can start over and maybe this time you will find your happily ever after.”
The only problem was that Sara no longer believed in the love or happy endings. She was sad and all she needed was someplace secluded where she could live the rest of her life in peace. She had suffered enough and was not ready to let people in. People only brought trouble, they were good for nothing and she planned to stay away from them, as far away as possible.
I don’t know how it is for others, but my brain catalogs things as unimportant and then buries them underneath all the things it perceives to be important. That’s why I don’t always remember everything. I have very limited long-term memory. I don’t remember much and rarely things that I won’t use in life anyway. Also, the funny thing is that the few things I do remember don’t make much sense. They shape my present. I know they are important but they don’t let me connect with people. Sometimes I wonder if these memories are real or just manifestation of my own demons. I don’t know much and it is quite annoying when you think about it. Most days my brain is a mush and I hate it. I’ve learned to live with it though. I’m one of those people who accept their reality quickly rather than keep trying to change it, which is almost always futile.
This is my life and it’s not perfect by any means, but I’m happy. As happy as anyone on this planet can be. I live alone. I’ve my books to keep me company. Don’t get me wrong though, I have a family and friends I am close to. They visit me often and sometimes I visit them. That’s how I met Sara. She is my sister’s best friend. Lately, she has been invited to every family gathering I’ve been to. I wonder what is my sister up to. Nothing good, if I know her well, which I think I do.
“Hi,” Sara said, “it’s good to see you again.”
“Is it?” Shan replied, “I thought you hated me.”
“What? Why would you think that?”
“Well, probably because of your frown? Every time we talk you’ve got this annoyed look on your face.”
It was as if that came as a surprise to her. Didn’t she know that she has never smiled at me? Not even once, in all these times we’ve met. Sometimes I wonder what her story is then I decide it’s none of my damned business.
“I’m sorry I never noticed that,” she was blushing with embarrassment, “It’s not that I dislike you or talking to you. I’m just not comfortable around men in general.”
“Good to know,” he said, “I was beginning to think you hate me.”
“What are you two talking about?” Hania entered the kitchen just then.
“Oh, nothing important,” Sara said hastily, “let’s go out. I want to enjoy the bone fire.”
Sara took my sister’s hand and dragged her out. Just before leaving Hania gave me a weird look. I know what she is trying to do and I do like Sara but she is too serious, too stuffy, and also, I’m not interested in having a relationship at the moment. Maybe never. I need to sort out my life first. There are secrets in my past that even I don’t know about.
I love them both, my friend and my brother, but they are such idiots. I know how much they love each other. What I don’t understand is why can’t they see what’s right in front of them. People can be so silly at times. I guess this is how life is, we made up lies in our heads and they don’t let us see the truth. Take Sara, for example, she says she doesn’t believe in love anymore. I don’t believe it for a second. She is hurt that much is obvious, but she is healing too and I know for a fact that she loves my brother. My brother, on the other hand, thinks that he doesn’t need anyone other than his books, ridiculous! What am I going to do with these two idiots?
Me? Well, I’m the kind of person who lives in the moment. I am not someone who makes up lies in her head instead I let the world show me everything it wants me to see. I don’t know what I want from life but I do know that I want to be happy. The only two things that are important to me are happiness and love. I also think that they go hand in hand. That’s why I am bent upon making my brother see sense. Then he can convince Sara to give up on the notion of a loveless life. Why would anyone want that? My heart breaks to see my friend so sad. She needs someone in her life and I’d make sure that she finds him.
They are perfect for each other and I will make sure that they realize it before it’s too late.
“Hania, I need your help,” someone shouted from the other room. It must be one of my roommates. They always want something from me. I am thinking of moving out of this dump soon. Sharing a place with three self-absorbed divas is no fun, I tell you.
To be continued…
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