(This is just a short story since my 3AM thoughts keep on bugging me to write more. Anyway, enjoy!)
I woke up to the sound of the whispering voices inside my head. It was the most unusual thing I have ever heard all my life. It's 3:04 in the morning and I was wide awake. Not to mention that what I'm seeing was just my dim room light shaped in a star. I thought I was hallucinating. The kind of thoughts and ideas that keeps on flashing back when they're actually not there all along.
"No, it wasn't hallucinations." I told myself.
It was never hallucinations. It was a nightmare. The same nightmare that keeps on coming back inside my head. The same nightmare that wakes up my whole being at midnight—exactly on midnights.
Water was starting to form at the tip of my eyes.
"Please tell me he won't leave me for that woman." That were the words that keep on repeating inside my head. I saw him inside of my head, holding that same woman who dumped her for so many times a couple of months before he met me.
People have told me that I can live alone, that I am independent, that I am a strong woman on my 20s. But that midnight—like all the midnights that passed through, it scared me. I felt vulnerable all of a sudden. It scared the hell out of me.
"What if he was actually talking to that woman without me knowing??
"What if I was never been enough?"
"What if he tells me the next day that I am not what he wanted?"
I was never been that scared all my life. The pent up emotions came out without a warning. I ended up crying my heart out—at 3AM.
And then I suddenly heard his voice from the other side of the phone. I nearly forgot we were on the line, video calling each other.
"Love... I'm here... I love you."
That's when I realized, he was there for me. He has always been there for me, not for anyone else, not for any woman.
Short. Might write more soon. Please leave your thoughts about this story if you want to read and hear more about what I mean with the emotional trauma I dealt with from the past.
—krysterrific
