She had left.
She is long gone; away from everything that connects her to this cruel world, dead, buried underneath the blue, glittering waves of the ocean. Shattered into small pieces, flew away from her body, leaving deep wounds in the heart of everyone who had loved her. He would never cry enough tears to erase her memory; no tears were enough to express that endless sea of grief and sorrow he sank gradually in. He would never stand enough hours in front of her grave to grasp the concept that she won't tap his shoulder and wake him up from a horrible dream. She is... Dead.
He looked around him. He searched for her. Where's that face? That angelic face. The face he could never love anything like he loved looking at it, those soft, delicate features, holding a sea of endless passion, powerful, beautiful, overwhelming emotions, brought all meaning of innocence, clarity, and pureness. Nothing would ever be as honest as that beautiful woman was. He listened carefully and prayed to hear her voice, but nothing was brought to his hearing but the whiny sound of the wind. Where's that voice? That beautiful voice, the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. Like soft whispers, like smooth sighs, the voice that he would never be delighted to hear anything like he used to be when he had been able to hear it once, when the wind didn't just bring its unlikeable voice.
He had never imagined that such pain exists. That the pain of losing the only creature he had ever truly loved would be very much intolerable. He could never imagine himself away from her grave; he could never endure living without her. Life after her, life after her smiles was not a choice; there was no life after her. There was nothing after her but blankness, emptiness …. Loneliness.
He sat there, and decided to die there. No slight intention was inside him to move on. No amount of wanting to move on. His life ended with hers. As soon as she exhaled for the last time, as soon as her heart beat for the final time, as soon as her soul left her body lifeless, he, too, died along with her. Every lack of feeling, every lack of emotion, every lack of dreaming, was throbbing pain in his body and soul. He did not twist with it, nor did he cry it out. But he turned to one lifeless stone. Frozen beside her grave, with his eyes deep in pain and sorrow, his body, his soul, his heart, all drowning in painful, endless agony.
He did not feel the rain. The sky was crowded with clouds. The day was gloomy, just like his thoughts. The rain seemed like the tear drops of the sky. Everything and everyone seemed to be sad for her death, or through his eyes everything seemed depressing.
He did not notice David and Rose behind him. He did not notice that David held the umbrella for him, nor did he feel his hand as he squeezed his shoulder.
'How long do you think he'll stay like this?' Rose whispered anxiously to David
'I don't know' David whispered, his grey eyes tired and full of sadness.
'Do you think he will ever get over it?' Rose swallowed nervously as her voice dropped lower with each word.
David moved his gaze from the back of Robert's head to her brown-chocolate eyes. 'I hope so' He whispered anxiously.
She bit her lower lip 'Is he planning to starve himself to death?'
'I don't know, Rose' David said, slightly angry 'He is not talking to anyone. No one knows what's going on in his head. I wonder if he's aware of anyone or anything around him.'
'I'm so worried about him' Tears sparkled in her eyes.
'Me too' His handsome face cringed with sadness.
A moment of silence passed as they both stared at the back of his head. His brown hair was not tidy. He could not care less about his looks, he could not care less about eating or drinking, he could not care less about the conversation behind, which seemed nothing but background noise. Frozen.
'Robert' David started as he knelt beside him 'Robert' he said louder as an attempt to move his gaze from the name carved on the stone in front of him. 'Robert look at me' Nothing. Frozen. No response. No use.
Rose knelt beside him too. 'Robert' she said as gentle as ever 'You can't stay like this, you can't sit here forever. Julia wouldn't want that, she would have wanted you to move on. She would have wanted you to enjoy your life, don't burry yourself alive. We all need you here.'
He did not respond either. None of what she had said made any slight sense. He only heard her name Julia, the name which will never be forgotten.
'Rose' David said. She glared at him with her face drowned with tears. 'Rose!' He gasped. 'Don't lose it please, I need you.' He begged her
'I can't' she shook her head 'My own brother is slipping away from me. He has been like this for a week, David, a week. He had not eaten anything ever since she died; he had not spoken any word ever since her funeral. We will lose him' She choked with her tears.
'No Rose, we will not lose him' he told her urgently 'He won't leave us'
'He doesn't care about us' her voice was shaky, words choking in her throat 'He does not care about any of us at all'
David swallowed loudly, moving his gaze to the grave. He inhaled and exhaled hardly, going through all the possible solutions that could be taken. He found nothing. They all needed Robert to be willing to move on. That was not helpful, not without his lack of response, not without the lost passion of life inside him.
'We need a psych consult' He murmured suddenly gazing at Rose from the corner of his eyes.
'Yes. But we need him to respond to us. How would he move from here? The only thing he does is sitting here.'
'I don't know.' David frowned thoughtfully 'I think with the lack of his response he wouldn't protest if we force him.'
'You mean like dragging him?'
'Yes … if we have to'
'What happens if he refuses?' she thought loudly
'I don't know' David shuddered. Thoughts dragged him towards desperation as each day passed while his best friend remained unchanged. He tried to stay as optimistic as it was possible in such situations, but with each day, with each hour, with each minute, it took more effort than bearable. David had never pictured Robert to be as devastated as he was that period of time. He had never seen his friend sinking so deeply into desperation. That fact made him even more anxious. And as Rose's weeping faded to the background he drowned more and more into the blackest thoughts of all, black, dark, grimy thoughts. Robert would die if he decided to stay like this. It seemed that Robert had already decided he no longer wanted to live. Reasoning with him was no use either. He was psychologically ill. He ought to see a psychiatrist; otherwise… he shook the idea off.
Rose and David turned at the sound of a car stopping. Helen stepped out of it proudly holding the umbrella above her. Her clothes soothed and as elegant as ever, she looked so perfectly perfect, it had always been a mystery to David how she had managed to leash her pain and sadness. He wondered if she even had feelings.
She walked towards them.
'Hello Mrs. Clark.' David said as he stood steadily
'Step away boy you are with no use.' She replied arrogantly pushing David away from Robert 'I wonder how Robert ever saw you as a good friend. You could not even convince him to move.' She exclaimed glaring at him from the corner of her eyes.' I can't see how my daughter saw you as a proper fiancée either.' She murmured looking at Rose, who rolled her eyes silently. Even in the worst circumstances Helen had managed to abuse David with her cruel words. At first he used to be offended with them, humiliated, but he took them for granted after several times. It was her nature, he thought, I understand.
'Robert it seemed like I have spoiled you too much.' Helen started as she leaned beside her son 'Let's go home, don't be ridicules, there are plenty of beautiful girls out there who Julia would look nobody compared to. So come on let's go'
'Nobody is like her' he murmured with a low tone. The loud, high, pitchy voice of his mother had made a faint sense to his hearing. He, however, was not going to sit still while his mother offended his one and only lover.
'Robert' David leaned beside him again. He had said something; David found some hope breaking through the darkness of his thoughts. 'Robert, please let's go home' He softened his voice
'I don't want to, David' He mumbled his voice was barely hearable. 'I can't leave; she will get bored and upset. The hours of the night are more than enough to make her lonely.'
Rose's tears kept running down her face. While David bent his head slightly as tears formed in his own eyes, his face twisting with pain.
Helen was merely touched by the words, or so it appeared. In her heart there was nothing more painful like watching her lovely Robert killing himself utterly, nothing would bring her more agony and grief than the loss of her son. She had realized how much he loved Julia when he married her even though she had not totally approved of her. She showed him all her flaws but he could not care less. She watched him as he starred at her, that passionate love in his eyes. The way he held her, with every sensation he had embraced her, she guessed that nothing had ever brought him happiness as much as her nearness. The way he had given her all his attention whenever she had opened her mouth, everyone and everything in the room would be invisible to him when she was around. Julia, too, loved him so much. She had always talked about him, everywhere, in front of everyone. He was the center of her life.
Helen still remember with astonishment that day, when Robert had introduced her to Julia, when he left them in the kitchen, tears sparkled in Julia's eyes as she held Helen tightly.
'Thanks for raising such a man' Julia had said with her tender, smooth voice, it was full of appreciation, full of emotions 'I would never, ever be grateful enough.' Helen stood still as that young woman hugged her with her tears running down her face. She had never seen such love and passion expressed this way.
At that exact moment Helen realized how great was the loss they have all been through. She realized that there was only one Julia in the world. Her heart swelled with pain as she was aware of the fact that her son won't be recovering soon. She wondered if that wound would ever heal, she did not want to think of the other possibility, that it might be irreparable.
'Come on my son' Helen said caringly. 'You shouldn't do this to yourself; Julia would never be satisfied with your attitude.'
He stared at the grave coldly, and then nodded slowly. David's face brightened as hope leaked to his head, while Rose smiled joyfully and joined David to help Robert rise to his feet. But Helen was not fully happy about what happened. Her heart was still not comforted fully about the pain she sees in her son's eyes. He sat in the car silently as David drove back home.
Three months later
David stepped into the house. The aching feeling in his heart was not yet less. He counted days. Every time he stared at the calendar and crossed another day, he was much more aware that his friend isn't recovering. He saw him doing nothing. He visited her grave every day, for two hours he sat there motionless. Sometimes he caught him mumbling something he could not manage to make any sense of. He had started to embrace the fact that Robert might be truly driven towards insanity. Robert had refused to visit any psychiatrist, and they have all respected his desire. But it didn't make them worry less.
'Hey David' Rose hugged him tightly
'Hey Rose' He kissed her hair and wrapped his arms around her lovingly. 'Is he still upstairs?' he whispered
'No, he went to her again' she sighed
'He'll be fine' he murmured and repeated the words as if to convince himself.
David drove to where he was, and watched Robert. He gazed at him from beside the car. This time Robert had a notebook on his lap and a pen in his hand. David smiled slightly to himself as he ralized what his friend was writing.
Dear Julia he wrote
Here I am, finally confronting my pain. I no longer have the power of pushing away the pain. I am going to make it overwhelm me as soon as this letter is written. You have told me once that when someone dies he will still be able to hear his loved ones as they talk to him. I'm going to trust your words, and I know that wherever you are you will be hearing this.
Even though it's been three months since you have left me, I am still searching for you in our old bedroom whenever I enter it. I see your face, I talk to you, and sometimes I hear your voice. I have been driven to think that I am insane, or almost insane. It's that or I have never been saner. I had never believed you when you said that losing your loved one would make the whole world black and white in front of you, but now I know that your words were so true. Life without you seems so gloomy. I can no longer notice the clarity of the blue sky in the morning. The sun set does no longer touch my feelings. Romantic movies no longer catch my interest. I no longer enjoy the bright colors of flowers, nor do I find joy in watching children's laughter. Food and drink don't have taste any more. Hunger and thirst are no feelings that touch my senses any more.
I could not bring myself to push the idea away, but in my heart I had once blamed you for leaving so soon. I had believed that you didn't love me enough to fight your illness. That you had not loved me enough to live for me. I realize now that there's no one to blame. It was fate. It was destined to happen. I have always lived my life in misery why should that ever change.
I no longer feel any desire to live. I had wanted to follow you, Julia. I wanted my soul to meet yours away from that world, I have tried to do so, but I couldn't. I've been told that this isn't what you wanted, that you would want me to move on, that you loved me and wanted to see me happy. I had not believed them first, but I see myself in your place now, and I know that I would want you to be happy, and live your life to the fullest.
Julia, if you had not heard any of what had passed; I need you to hear the upcoming part. Forgive me, Julia… forgive me. I no longer endure living in misery, there's a life passing around me while I am standing, frozen beside your memory. Wherever you are, please forgive me, but I am moving on. My task will not be easy, and I am asking you to help me. I feel your presence. I feel your soul hovering around me, and what I'm about to ask might bring great pain and agony for us both. I'm asking you to leave Julia.
Julia…
There are a lot of things that I am not certain about. I may find someone again; I may build up a home, and live happily. Or maybe I will not. But either ways I am sure that no one will ever occupy my heart like you did. There is a special place for you; no matter how long do I live after you, it will always be yours. I will always miss you. I will always long to see you, to embrace you, to kiss you. I will always be willing to sacrifice anything but just to catch one more glance of you, to be able to touch you just once more. I am certain of it, and you should be certain of it, too.
Forgive me. I will always love you
Robert
He sighed heavily as he put the pen down, then sighed heavily gazing around him. He tore the paper and folded it, then put it beside her grave. He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the wind blowing around him, and this time it brought her voice 'I forgive you' she whispered in his ears. He shuddered violently, and then he felt his eyes warming as tears formed in them. He turned to David, who stood straight beside his car as he caught his friend's gaze. David smiled bitterly as he saw his friend finally shedding the first tear.
She is long gone; away from everything that connects her to this cruel world, dead, buried underneath the blue, glittering waves of the ocean. Shattered into small pieces, flew away from her body, leaving deep wounds in the heart of everyone who had loved her. He would never cry enough tears to erase her memory; no tears were enough to express that endless sea of grief and sorrow he sank gradually in. He would never stand enough hours in front of her grave to grasp the concept that she won't tap his shoulder and wake him up from a horrible dream. She is... Dead.
He looked around him. He searched for her. Where's that face? That angelic face. The face he could never love anything like he loved looking at it, those soft, delicate features, holding a sea of endless passion, powerful, beautiful, overwhelming emotions, brought all meaning of innocence, clarity, and pureness. Nothing would ever be as honest as that beautiful woman was. He listened carefully and prayed to hear her voice, but nothing was brought to his hearing but the whiny sound of the wind. Where's that voice? That beautiful voice, the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. Like soft whispers, like smooth sighs, the voice that he would never be delighted to hear anything like he used to be when he had been able to hear it once, when the wind didn't just bring its unlikeable voice.
He had never imagined that such pain exists. That the pain of losing the only creature he had ever truly loved would be very much intolerable. He could never imagine himself away from her grave; he could never endure living without her. Life after her, life after her smiles was not a choice; there was no life after her. There was nothing after her but blankness, emptiness …. Loneliness.
He sat there, and decided to die there. No slight intention was inside him to move on. No amount of wanting to move on. His life ended with hers. As soon as she exhaled for the last time, as soon as her heart beat for the final time, as soon as her soul left her body lifeless, he, too, died along with her. Every lack of feeling, every lack of emotion, every lack of dreaming, was throbbing pain in his body and soul. He did not twist with it, nor did he cry it out. But he turned to one lifeless stone. Frozen beside her grave, with his eyes deep in pain and sorrow, his body, his soul, his heart, all drowning in painful, endless agony.
He did not feel the rain. The sky was crowded with clouds. The day was gloomy, just like his thoughts. The rain seemed like the tear drops of the sky. Everything and everyone seemed to be sad for her death, or through his eyes everything seemed depressing.
He did not notice David and Rose behind him. He did not notice that David held the umbrella for him, nor did he feel his hand as he squeezed his shoulder.
'How long do you think he'll stay like this?' Rose whispered anxiously to David
'I don't know' David whispered, his grey eyes tired and full of sadness.
'Do you think he will ever get over it?' Rose swallowed nervously as her voice dropped lower with each word.
David moved his gaze from the back of Robert's head to her brown-chocolate eyes. 'I hope so' He whispered anxiously.
She bit her lower lip 'Is he planning to starve himself to death?'
'I don't know, Rose' David said, slightly angry 'He is not talking to anyone. No one knows what's going on in his head. I wonder if he's aware of anyone or anything around him.'
'I'm so worried about him' Tears sparkled in her eyes.
'Me too' His handsome face cringed with sadness.
A moment of silence passed as they both stared at the back of his head. His brown hair was not tidy. He could not care less about his looks, he could not care less about eating or drinking, he could not care less about the conversation behind, which seemed nothing but background noise. Frozen.
'Robert' David started as he knelt beside him 'Robert' he said louder as an attempt to move his gaze from the name carved on the stone in front of him. 'Robert look at me' Nothing. Frozen. No response. No use.
Rose knelt beside him too. 'Robert' she said as gentle as ever 'You can't stay like this, you can't sit here forever. Julia wouldn't want that, she would have wanted you to move on. She would have wanted you to enjoy your life, don't burry yourself alive. We all need you here.'
He did not respond either. None of what she had said made any slight sense. He only heard her name Julia, the name which will never be forgotten.
'Rose' David said. She glared at him with her face drowned with tears. 'Rose!' He gasped. 'Don't lose it please, I need you.' He begged her
'I can't' she shook her head 'My own brother is slipping away from me. He has been like this for a week, David, a week. He had not eaten anything ever since she died; he had not spoken any word ever since her funeral. We will lose him' She choked with her tears.
'No Rose, we will not lose him' he told her urgently 'He won't leave us'
'He doesn't care about us' her voice was shaky, words choking in her throat 'He does not care about any of us at all'
David swallowed loudly, moving his gaze to the grave. He inhaled and exhaled hardly, going through all the possible solutions that could be taken. He found nothing. They all needed Robert to be willing to move on. That was not helpful, not without his lack of response, not without the lost passion of life inside him.
'We need a psych consult' He murmured suddenly gazing at Rose from the corner of his eyes.
'Yes. But we need him to respond to us. How would he move from here? The only thing he does is sitting here.'
'I don't know.' David frowned thoughtfully 'I think with the lack of his response he wouldn't protest if we force him.'
'You mean like dragging him?'
'Yes … if we have to'
'What happens if he refuses?' she thought loudly
'I don't know' David shuddered. Thoughts dragged him towards desperation as each day passed while his best friend remained unchanged. He tried to stay as optimistic as it was possible in such situations, but with each day, with each hour, with each minute, it took more effort than bearable. David had never pictured Robert to be as devastated as he was that period of time. He had never seen his friend sinking so deeply into desperation. That fact made him even more anxious. And as Rose's weeping faded to the background he drowned more and more into the blackest thoughts of all, black, dark, grimy thoughts. Robert would die if he decided to stay like this. It seemed that Robert had already decided he no longer wanted to live. Reasoning with him was no use either. He was psychologically ill. He ought to see a psychiatrist; otherwise… he shook the idea off.
Rose and David turned at the sound of a car stopping. Helen stepped out of it proudly holding the umbrella above her. Her clothes soothed and as elegant as ever, she looked so perfectly perfect, it had always been a mystery to David how she had managed to leash her pain and sadness. He wondered if she even had feelings.
She walked towards them.
'Hello Mrs. Clark.' David said as he stood steadily
'Step away boy you are with no use.' She replied arrogantly pushing David away from Robert 'I wonder how Robert ever saw you as a good friend. You could not even convince him to move.' She exclaimed glaring at him from the corner of her eyes.' I can't see how my daughter saw you as a proper fiancée either.' She murmured looking at Rose, who rolled her eyes silently. Even in the worst circumstances Helen had managed to abuse David with her cruel words. At first he used to be offended with them, humiliated, but he took them for granted after several times. It was her nature, he thought, I understand.
'Robert it seemed like I have spoiled you too much.' Helen started as she leaned beside her son 'Let's go home, don't be ridicules, there are plenty of beautiful girls out there who Julia would look nobody compared to. So come on let's go'
'Nobody is like her' he murmured with a low tone. The loud, high, pitchy voice of his mother had made a faint sense to his hearing. He, however, was not going to sit still while his mother offended his one and only lover.
'Robert' David leaned beside him again. He had said something; David found some hope breaking through the darkness of his thoughts. 'Robert, please let's go home' He softened his voice
'I don't want to, David' He mumbled his voice was barely hearable. 'I can't leave; she will get bored and upset. The hours of the night are more than enough to make her lonely.'
Rose's tears kept running down her face. While David bent his head slightly as tears formed in his own eyes, his face twisting with pain.
Helen was merely touched by the words, or so it appeared. In her heart there was nothing more painful like watching her lovely Robert killing himself utterly, nothing would bring her more agony and grief than the loss of her son. She had realized how much he loved Julia when he married her even though she had not totally approved of her. She showed him all her flaws but he could not care less. She watched him as he starred at her, that passionate love in his eyes. The way he held her, with every sensation he had embraced her, she guessed that nothing had ever brought him happiness as much as her nearness. The way he had given her all his attention whenever she had opened her mouth, everyone and everything in the room would be invisible to him when she was around. Julia, too, loved him so much. She had always talked about him, everywhere, in front of everyone. He was the center of her life.
Helen still remember with astonishment that day, when Robert had introduced her to Julia, when he left them in the kitchen, tears sparkled in Julia's eyes as she held Helen tightly.
'Thanks for raising such a man' Julia had said with her tender, smooth voice, it was full of appreciation, full of emotions 'I would never, ever be grateful enough.' Helen stood still as that young woman hugged her with her tears running down her face. She had never seen such love and passion expressed this way.
At that exact moment Helen realized how great was the loss they have all been through. She realized that there was only one Julia in the world. Her heart swelled with pain as she was aware of the fact that her son won't be recovering soon. She wondered if that wound would ever heal, she did not want to think of the other possibility, that it might be irreparable.
'Come on my son' Helen said caringly. 'You shouldn't do this to yourself; Julia would never be satisfied with your attitude.'
He stared at the grave coldly, and then nodded slowly. David's face brightened as hope leaked to his head, while Rose smiled joyfully and joined David to help Robert rise to his feet. But Helen was not fully happy about what happened. Her heart was still not comforted fully about the pain she sees in her son's eyes. He sat in the car silently as David drove back home.
Three months later
David stepped into the house. The aching feeling in his heart was not yet less. He counted days. Every time he stared at the calendar and crossed another day, he was much more aware that his friend isn't recovering. He saw him doing nothing. He visited her grave every day, for two hours he sat there motionless. Sometimes he caught him mumbling something he could not manage to make any sense of. He had started to embrace the fact that Robert might be truly driven towards insanity. Robert had refused to visit any psychiatrist, and they have all respected his desire. But it didn't make them worry less.
'Hey David' Rose hugged him tightly
'Hey Rose' He kissed her hair and wrapped his arms around her lovingly. 'Is he still upstairs?' he whispered
'No, he went to her again' she sighed
'He'll be fine' he murmured and repeated the words as if to convince himself.
David drove to where he was, and watched Robert. He gazed at him from beside the car. This time Robert had a notebook on his lap and a pen in his hand. David smiled slightly to himself as he ralized what his friend was writing.
Dear Julia he wrote
Here I am, finally confronting my pain. I no longer have the power of pushing away the pain. I am going to make it overwhelm me as soon as this letter is written. You have told me once that when someone dies he will still be able to hear his loved ones as they talk to him. I'm going to trust your words, and I know that wherever you are you will be hearing this.
Even though it's been three months since you have left me, I am still searching for you in our old bedroom whenever I enter it. I see your face, I talk to you, and sometimes I hear your voice. I have been driven to think that I am insane, or almost insane. It's that or I have never been saner. I had never believed you when you said that losing your loved one would make the whole world black and white in front of you, but now I know that your words were so true. Life without you seems so gloomy. I can no longer notice the clarity of the blue sky in the morning. The sun set does no longer touch my feelings. Romantic movies no longer catch my interest. I no longer enjoy the bright colors of flowers, nor do I find joy in watching children's laughter. Food and drink don't have taste any more. Hunger and thirst are no feelings that touch my senses any more.
I could not bring myself to push the idea away, but in my heart I had once blamed you for leaving so soon. I had believed that you didn't love me enough to fight your illness. That you had not loved me enough to live for me. I realize now that there's no one to blame. It was fate. It was destined to happen. I have always lived my life in misery why should that ever change.
I no longer feel any desire to live. I had wanted to follow you, Julia. I wanted my soul to meet yours away from that world, I have tried to do so, but I couldn't. I've been told that this isn't what you wanted, that you would want me to move on, that you loved me and wanted to see me happy. I had not believed them first, but I see myself in your place now, and I know that I would want you to be happy, and live your life to the fullest.
Julia, if you had not heard any of what had passed; I need you to hear the upcoming part. Forgive me, Julia… forgive me. I no longer endure living in misery, there's a life passing around me while I am standing, frozen beside your memory. Wherever you are, please forgive me, but I am moving on. My task will not be easy, and I am asking you to help me. I feel your presence. I feel your soul hovering around me, and what I'm about to ask might bring great pain and agony for us both. I'm asking you to leave Julia.
Julia…
There are a lot of things that I am not certain about. I may find someone again; I may build up a home, and live happily. Or maybe I will not. But either ways I am sure that no one will ever occupy my heart like you did. There is a special place for you; no matter how long do I live after you, it will always be yours. I will always miss you. I will always long to see you, to embrace you, to kiss you. I will always be willing to sacrifice anything but just to catch one more glance of you, to be able to touch you just once more. I am certain of it, and you should be certain of it, too.
Forgive me. I will always love you
Robert
He sighed heavily as he put the pen down, then sighed heavily gazing around him. He tore the paper and folded it, then put it beside her grave. He closed his eyes and listened carefully to the wind blowing around him, and this time it brought her voice 'I forgive you' she whispered in his ears. He shuddered violently, and then he felt his eyes warming as tears formed in them. He turned to David, who stood straight beside his car as he caught his friend's gaze. David smiled bitterly as he saw his friend finally shedding the first tear.
When You Have To Choose Between 2 Possibilities:
1.Take your time.The most important thing is not to make a decision in a hurry.
2.Make a list of the positive and negative points for both opinions.Then decide which points are most important and compare the two lists.
3.If you ask other people for their advice,don't ask more than 1 or 2.If you ask a lot of people,this will probably confuse you.
4.Use your imagination to help you.Imagine yourself in both situations.How do you feel?Relaxed or stressed?
5.When you've made a decision,wait a bit before you tell other people,to see how you feel.If you feel comfortable with your decision after an hour,you have probably made the right decision.
6.Finally,remember that you can't have everything.Choosing one of two possibilities always means that you can't have the one you didn't choose.And it's impossible to always make the right decision!
1.Take your time.The most important thing is not to make a decision in a hurry.
2.Make a list of the positive and negative points for both opinions.Then decide which points are most important and compare the two lists.
3.If you ask other people for their advice,don't ask more than 1 or 2.If you ask a lot of people,this will probably confuse you.
4.Use your imagination to help you.Imagine yourself in both situations.How do you feel?Relaxed or stressed?
5.When you've made a decision,wait a bit before you tell other people,to see how you feel.If you feel comfortable with your decision after an hour,you have probably made the right decision.
6.Finally,remember that you can't have everything.Choosing one of two possibilities always means that you can't have the one you didn't choose.And it's impossible to always make the right decision!
I heard that I can have these signs:
1. U love the ocean
2. The ocean is calling out for u
3. U don't like wearing pants
4. I r naive
5. I love baths
6. I watch day little mermaid everyday. But the question is are we mermaids? Do we have a psychic connection with the ocean?
Are we even humans?...
Pls we can help each other find out :)