"So Zara you get it right? I hope you do , see we are not meant to be together . Dayra is more my type , you even saw us together , we look perfect right? we compliment each other. You see Zara, your old fashioned , your more suited for old guys . Now hey , I don't mean to hurt your feeling but let's be honest , your outdated . "
"......"
"You get it right? say something ?
*phone rings*
"Zara I have to go , I had plan with Dayra . So we are over ok , bye "
Tomoy the guy who always told me , " That I was the best for him."
Was it the same guy ? OR it was just my diluted self who believed that she was having an Mr.perfect in her life .
Mr.Perfect the word makes me laugh, laugh on myself . If it was some other guy I would have bit him up.
I was never the type person to be quite and hear all this , but before him I was weak , even if I wanted to do reply back to him , my voice would not come out . I couldn't say a word , it was killing me that this is the same guy I loved ....
He barely knew Dayra , Dayra was a new employee in our office , always tiptop,
always wear tight pencil skirt, plane silk shirt and always a dark lipstick. I didn't have any problem with her but she would always stare at me with disgust .
I am the type of person to wear jeans , oversized shirt , to me comfort was important , and over all how you dress really doesn't matter , if you love someone you love them by hurt not dress or body , but I guess in my destiny that wasn't written ....
Unless there was something else coming before ....