My Lover is From The 80s

I'm so sick of chasing love nowadays. I'm so tired of asking for genuine care. I'm so tired of hearing different kinds of lies. I'm so exhausted of forgiving someone for so many times and expecting that he will change, only to find out that he will repeat the same mistake again. I am so done. I want to end this kind of situation. I keep searching for someone in every person I meet, only to find out that the person I've dreamed of doesn't even exist.

I threw off the teddy bears I have received. It's funny to think that people think receiving teddy bears from someone is so romantic, when in fact the person who has given those to you will only forget what they have given. I threw off the list of goals we have created. It's funny to think that people think having goals with someone is so romantic when in fact the person who created those goals will only forget them. It's very sad that I have romanticized love just like in the movies I have seen, because in reality it doesn't exist. It is my fault for believing in my own fantasies and expecting the people I met to love me that way. Maybe I've been too caught up in my delusion?

I walked away and drove somewhere far away. I stopped the car and looked up in the sky. I asked God, why is it so hard to find genuine love in this world? Why have I been taken for granted? Am I hard to love? I have so many questions and I don't know if they deserve an answer. I just cried. The silence and the emptiness are killing me inside. I feel like such a big jerk and loser for expecting way too much only to be disappointed way too much.

I threw off my shoes and stepped into something that only hurt my feet. And here I saw an old watch. I laughed at this nonsensical stuff. I was about to throw it just like how I throw off my shoes, but suddenly I felt a tight grip around my wrist. I saw a man in his 30s wearing a cap and a long wide jacket while holding an old newspaper. It's so odd to see a guy wearing that kind of outfit, knowing that we are now in the modern era. Or maybe he loves to wear something like that? Regardless of that, I don't care about this man and I shrug him away.

"Milady, can you please give the watch to me? I have been searching that for so long, only to find out you're holding it."

Oh I paused. I felt embarrassed. I didn't know that this is from him.

"Oh sorry. I'm about to throw it, anyway you're on time. I haven't thrown the watch yet."

The man seems shock.

"Why would you throw something you didn't own? Isn't it a rude manner? What if I throw your bag away? Would you be happy about it?"

This man seems sarcastic. I do not like to waste my time over this kind of shit.

" Okay say whatever you want. As if I give a fuck about it. Go on throw my bag and then pay me twice of the amount I paid for this bag."

The man is looking serious. He even look shock about what I said to him.

"Are you serious? You want me to throw your bag and pay you twice of the amount?"

I nodded.

"Yes exactly."

The man is looking confuse right now.

"You are insane and what is this object?" He pointed my car.

What the hell is wrong with this man? Oh no. Don't tell me I'm talking to a drug addict. If this is my last day, I hope I won't die in a way I'm thinking of.

"Okay, I don't know who you are. But if you are high over something, please don't do anything to me. I'll give you any amount of money just leave me alone."

I said trying to be calm. I did not expect this is how my day would turn to be.

"Listen milady, I have no bad intentions against you. My family raise me in a right way and have you forgotten that a man shouldn't do anything bad to a lady? And besides I am only asking you what kind of object is this?" He pointed my car again.

This man is not only strange but also out of the world. Have he never seen any cars in his whole life? What isolated place on Earth right now that haven't seen any cars yet? Perhaps this man is a part of tribe.

To be continued..

June 7, 2022

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