Here are some of the favorite pieces that I wrote for the bell ringer. Enjoy!

WHAT-IFS?

THE TOPIC OF THIS PIECE IS "WHAT-IFS." I WROTE ABOUT A GUY WHO I AM VERY FORTUNATE TO MEET WITH. I WROTE ABOUT "WHAT-IFS" I DIDN'T MEET HIM, WHAT WOULD MY LIFE BE LIKE?

VIGNETTE

12 hours apart, my day is his night, my night is his day. It felt so long, dread, like we were 12 years apart. The moment of truth hit me so hard that I didn’t know how to react. My head was blank, vacant, and as stony as a stone. It was almost as if a stranger walked straight up to me and slapped me in the face. My face was numb and red, the disappointment and the furiousness ran down my veins.

How could I not know? Why would he do this? These questions flash in my mind hundreds and hundreds of times. I pinched myself like in a cartoon where the characters sometimes realised they were just dreaming, but unfortunately I’m not. My body felt heavy and I could not even stand straight. My arms felt extra weak, I extended my right arm out to grab my phone and it slipped. Nothing went in my favor. I was devastated.

It took me not long, just a few minutes, to regain my consciousness. I love myself enough to know that he doesn’t deserve me and I shouldn’t be crying over him. My body suddenly felt stronger as the brain ordered it to be. I went to bed and never talked about this again.