This empty feeling of mine when I saw you on my balcony viewing the shine of the light that filled the room with gold. That was the moment I last seen you cry, the moment I wanted to hold my tears and to lie. The aching feeling of my heart being shattered, all because you didn't want me to fail. But I have already failed by not being able to keep you.

Now I'm looking at the grass wondering... Do I want you back, or will there be someone better out there for me. But then again who would want me. Remembering all the good times that I felt happy, defeat all the times that I have cried. I'm just afraid that I have let go of the best person that I am allowed to have.

The sudden knocking on my door disturbs me out of my trance. I look at the clock hanged on my pink wall realizing that its 8 pm.

"OMG! she's here!"

I run towards my white door and open it to see my best friend Sonya overflowing with ice cream and tissues.

"What are you doing with all this?" I say almost bursting with laughter

"It's the make you happy till you forget about your ex-kit. TADAAA!" she says with her sarcastic smile.

"no."

"YES!"

She opens her laptop and the a flash of white orange light beaming with the words olive.tv pops up on her cracked laptop screen, from where she decided to throw it at her toxic ex, just because.

"What's this?" I ask

"Look it's literally been six months since you guys ended things. All I'm saying is that I want you to get out there again."

She looks at me with worry in her eyes as she sees me touching my red ruby ring that my once loved one gave me. Her light sad smile makes me think about all the times I did want to get out there again, but not the other hand I haven't been to get the will to take the ring off. It's just too valuable, like a heart that shadows the love that we once had.

"It's not that I don't want to Sonya, I do, it's just that I also don't want too either… I'm just tired of having a relationship, and starting all over from scratch… it's just so tiring." I say with the tiring aura of regret that keeps a hold of me.

"But then again I also want my prince charming who is perfect and will love me and only me, be with me and be super rich too." I say with dramatic desperation as I cover my face with shame.

She grabs my hands and says with excitement and understanding, "Yes! and that's why we're trying the new trending website olive.tv."

***

SKIP.. SKIP…SKIP

"Okay! maybe we should try Italy." Sonya nods with agreement and hovers the mouse over the Italy flag.

"…wow… even the old men are so gorgeous." I say fascinated

"HAHAH yea but now they are all skipping us" she says as we start bursting with laughter. For a good 5 minutes we see blurred flashes of good looking Italian men of all ages, all skipping us as we keep on laughing our faces off.

The screen suddenly turns blue. The face of a handsome young man with his white air pods hanging on his ears and his head bouncing off from his resting hand as if he showed sudden interested. His chiseled chin and smooth tan face made me wait for the moments of the loading screen that appears after he supposedly skips us.

"ooo he's going to skip" I whisper to Sonya as I stare directly at him.

"Why would I skip?" he says gently, with a slight tilt of his head.

My face blushes from my absolute embarrassment of what he just said.

"Uhm... because your good looking, and good-looking people seem to skip us." I say with honesty as I admit defeat because he is now most definitely going to skip.

He smirks. "Well thank you." He says playfully with a glimmer of his green eyes.

He still hasn't skipped... what a weird dude… he must be dumb.

"So, like what are you doing here" he asks.

"I want to practice my English." Sonya responds

"Alright let's talk." He says with an encouraging smile.

I nod as I keep listening to Sonya think of words or questions to ask. Suddenly she just leaves. As she walks away, she gestures with her hands and mouth to start speaking to him, and all I am thinking about Is how weird and rude all this looks as I pretend to laugh to cover the awkwardness.

"Why are you laughing so mischievously?" he interrogatively asks me.

"HEY what do you mean, I'm just laughing, there nothing wrong with that." I say while crossing my hands as I smirk a little.

"uhuh." he says taunting me.

Questions after question I'm starting to realize his… perfection. Each question I ask leads me to the conclusion that this man doesn't have one flaw. He says he is 23, works while taking university, is handsome, randomly knows 5 languages. I mean who just randomly knows five languages, sure he is of Egyptian decent and lives in Italy, but why does he also know Dutch. What is he a spy or something.

"So what major are you taking?" I ask casually

"Oh, I'm taking computer engineering." He says with ease.

...and I guess he is smart too, well dang… that explains the way he talks with ego and pride and the way he doesn't want to admit when he is wrong, an engineering mind right there. Seriously this whole conversation was us bickering about who is the most right with exchanged laughs and smirks. I bet he must be impressed that I'm not backing down from a fight.

Either way he is still perfection other than the fact that he must be a secret nerd who learned how to speak to properly speak to women. Yet he still is a mystery, I wonder if he is hiding something, he definitely dodged the question I asked of him having a girlfriend. Maybe he could be part of the mafia, or some type of spy saving the world, or ending the world.

I see him smirking through the screen, as if he could hear every thought process going through my head. I blush with embarrassment; him smirking with those gentle and soft eyes remind me of the one I once loved, the one I still love. The sudden thought of him fills me with guilt and anxiety. What if I mess up again?

With a slight glitch on the laptop screen he leans forward and asks, "We've been talking for a while you know; I still didn't catch you name?"

"It's Selena." I gently say, "what's yours?" I ask back giving him a wide smile.

"Marco." He responds, gently. The screen glitches again.

"H A – ey –w t – is your so – ci--aLs" he says with so much lag.

I try to respond to him but all I see is frames of his face and hear words I can't even understand. A message suddenly pops from the chat box that's located on the bottom right, then the sudden darkness interferes and three white dots pop up followed by the words encoded "error".

"Sonyaaa the website is gone!" I yell to her

"Well, goodie finally you're done. I got to go to my date." She says with a proud smile.

"But..But..BUT!"

"Yes, yes, not going to do my butt tonight, don't worry." She says giggling while waving goodbye with one foot out my apartment door.

"HAHHAHA girl BETTER CLOSE THE DOOR WHEN U GET OUT!" I yell louder as I see the door wide open.

"uhuh, yup!" I hear her yell from a distance.

The conversation was getting good, and I still have many questions to ask him. Maybe its fate, maybe I shouldn't deal with him. Either way at least I got to read the last thing he messaged me before it all went black.

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