Perceptions of an Ambivert

Hate was not the word that she felt when she first met him. It was something more.Yet, she loved him. If her mind gave her repeated commands to hate him, her weak heart wanted her to love him. The more she wanted to hate him, the more she loved him. Without her knowing it. But deep inside, she knew what was happening and she tried her best not to push herself too bad. But couldn't .Something made her overlook his insanity and pride. He was not what she thought he was. Yet she loved him. Loved him in a sense she couldn't discern. If hating someone so strongly was called love,then she was loving him.

Now, solitary in her luxurious room that spoke volumes of her opulence, she tried not to think of the past. Yet, her mind wouldn't let her stay focussed. It was a kaleidoscopic vision and everything buzzed in, forcing her to shut her long eyelashes. Her egoistic mind and soul wouldn't want her thinking about the choice she had made. She kept mum, looking at nothing and yet, at everything all the while letting out small gasps of air. Her sensuous mouth was parted.When she felt hot tears gliding down her cheeks, all she did was keep still. She wanted to do nothing and yet, everything. But her body and soul were too proud that they wouldn't give the lachrymal glands full power. Her lips trembling and her stance too proud to let the world know she was what others were not, she rose with a sudden vigour that her whole body shuddered. She was not going to fall in this feeling what others termed as love. If she had been too severe on herself, she didn't show it. She was just her usual self again. She laughed out loud and the shrill cries emanated, ending up in a sudden burst of energy that made her feel claustrophobic. She was not going to feel anything for anybody. She repeatedly told herself and she wished she followed what she had in mind.

Violet couldn't watch the film anymore. What kind of a film had literally no dialogues?All right, it was her first film and she had thought it would be a blockbuster hit. She thought of the one name that she thought would make people flock to the theatre. Dylan McWright-the director.Dylan-the Legend. But she was wrong. And she had actually cried when she knew later on that the film was a box office disaster. She cringed inside and never wanted to be seen by people. A boisterous lady that she was, she couldn't but help being inside. She vowed never to act in a movie, as long as she was alive. This made her laugh even more. But in her hearts of hearts she knew that this had happened for a reason and the very thought that Dylan-the legend had actually proposed marriage to her, still made her blush to the roots of her auburn hair. It was a privilege. Dylan was still a hot property among girls and any girl would have said yes, under the circumstances.But she had not yet accepted to be his 'prospective' bride, not because of the reason that he was 50 and she, 20, but, for the reason that she was in love with 'him', the insane creature who she reportedly hated in the dumb movie. And Violet wanted to kill Dylan for not letting them even have a mild conversation in the goddamn movie, let alone have intimate scenes. But she didn't care about the movie anylonger, she and her him were going to unite in real life and that was all that mattered to her.

Perceived by rampantheart at Sunday, June 29, 2008 |    
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