The Leaf
The LeafWhen I am a senior in college, I am interested in picking the leaves. Why? Because I thought that the leaves had to leave from the tree that it leaned on for a very long time were so brave. During the time in the school, I was so close a man, he was not my boyfriend…just usual friend. As he had the first girlfriend, I learned a feeling that I have never had before, the jealousness. That bitter couldn’t be expressed by words, as though the top of the sorrow. But two months later they were broke up, I was going to be happy, and then he started to get to know another girl.
I liked him and I know that he liked me too. But why had he never expressed his feeling? Why did he like me but he didn’t tell me about that first? Each time he had a new girlfriend was the time my heart getting more hurt. And then the time pass by, because of him, my heart was worse than ever before. I began to believe that this was the love at my side. On the other hand, I wondered if he didn’t like me why did he treat me like that? It was difference from the normal friendship. Actually when you like someone, it was so difficult. I could know that which one he liked, which was his favorite, but I couldn’t realize the meaning of his sense when he talked to me. And also I couldn’t open my mind to him when we were face to face.
Except for that, I still wanted to close to him, cared for him, loved him and hoped that there have a beautiful day, he will change his attitude and will love me. It looked like my habit when I waited for his call every night, expected that he will send to me a message…I knew that even he was so busy, he still gave me a little bit time in his life. Three years passed by so slow and sometimes I used to think that I want to leave. Occasionally I wondered that should I keep on waiting or not? The sorrow, the damage, the obsession followed me during three years…
Until the day I was going to graduate, there have a man begin to flirt me. He was younger than me. Everyday he always expressed his feeling to me. He looked like a wind, tried to blow a leaf away from the tree that she leaned on. At the beginning I was a little bit unpleasant, day after day I gave him a small corner in my heart. And finally I realized that wind could make me be happy, could take me to the more beautiful place…as a result, I left from my tree. But the tree was just only smiling and never asked me stay back.
“The leaf was leaving from the tree because the wind went it away or the tree didn’t want to keep it there anymore”