It was just a normal morning for me, I woke up, freshened up and went to work.
For whatever reason, I tapped on my phone screen and opened Instagram.
An app well known to many, a place for the secret hideouts or broken relationships.
Slowly sliding my fingers upwards i couldn't help but stare at the newest follower I got just two days ago, they said they are a woman.
Interesting...
I glided myself to her ' followings ' page, she had been following a lot of people huh?
But above all shined that one page, which i almost always hate.
A page dedicated to paragraphs about whatever today's generation calls ' dark romance ' oh if only.
Moments later, my all to pretty fingers clicked upon the ' massage button '
" Why not? " I whispered as I typed a simple greeting.
I waited, ten minutes, thirty, an hour.
Surprisingly fast, she replied with a freindly greeting as well. That's good.
It didn't take me more than ten texts to realise her personality: broken, alone, and toxic. Her texts had that cruel energy a writer who has just been through a heartbreak, and decided to writer his ex's death.
But for some reason, i still kept massaging her. I still kept telling myself " this is, only for play " as I sent her more and more texts. She too did not face away, she kept sending me reels and texts more often than i could even reply. She was truly, arrogant.
One night, as we chatted. I flirted, just a small bit. But soon enough, she started to take interest, i played along.
Simple, as simple as I could. Yet she took them, for as far as I knew, these complements were most likely given to any woman. Almost, any woman.
But it seemed as though, she had never experienced what a complement is... Nor have I, even still.
Though, it might seem to sudden for a story, but just the next morning, i broke all ties. I learnt that she was not just a minor but a girl whom I could never ever fall for, no matter her beauty or her Grace.
She had played with me all along, she broke me, she even played along to my jokes all to make me realise just how stupid i was to ever text a woman.
But then I remembered, i remembered whom I really love, and whom I had always admired.
I remembered that I'd envy whoever wins her heart, i remembered I'd awe whoever marries her, i remembered that... I didn't need to remember anything at all!
I blocked her shortly after the sudden burst of realisation. Though it hurt for quite a few days, i could never speak of this emotion with no one but myself and the fake imaginary characters I've built up for myself, madam raitha and her bots.
I'd never forget this one lesson she'd taught me, to never trust a woman who has never experienced the real world. The world where people aren't Kdrama actors. Never!
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