Estão recordados das nossas #ONELINERS
? Não são piadas, é verdade, mas são perguntas curtas, nem sempre simpáticas, às quais esperamos que ilustres comediantes respondam com algum fair play.
Depois de convidados como Carlos Coutinho Vilhena, Fernando Alvim ou Jovem Conservador de Direita, levamos esta nossa breve rubrica a uma das noites de quinta-feira do Xafarix Comedy Club. Primeira vítima: Jorge Picoto (@mr_pikes
Dear Best friend,
Last night, I found myself alone when I noticed the heaviness of my heart. I cried a lot because the people who have hurt me are the one who claims to be my loved ones. I sought for your help.
I felt I was ready to expose all of my truths which was hurting me for so long. Maybe a part of you knew there were some things which I was hiding from you. You waited for the right time that I will come forward to you by myself.
Now, I wanted to break the silence of my chaos. I wanted to tell you the girl whom you consider a strong girl isn’t strong, though. The smile, the laughter you hear in her voice because of which you fall for are the screams of her pain. But, last night I broke down.
From last few days, the possessive nature of me towards you and the feelings, what you confessed to me was eating our relationship. I opened my WhatsApp chat and told that I wanted to meet you. But again, you linked my restlessness behaviour with our relationship.
I waited for your reply and slept crying. Around, 3:00 am I woke up and I opened my WhatsApp chat to see if you have read my message. I was still sleepy, and I saw you have read my message and I slept with the thought that might be you’ll reply back to me in the morning.
In the morning, when I woke up, again I opened my WhatsApp chat to see if you have replied me back or not. What I saw was unbelievable. I was unable to see the profile picture of yours. My mind doubted my heart with the question might be you’ve blocked me, but my heart was unable to accept it.
My heart has had a faith in my mind that you didn’t block me so I called you and you picked up my call and promised me that you’ll try to meet me. After disconnecting our call, my mind asked me to cross check if you’ve blocked me or not. I cross checked and then, my heart lost from my mind.
I felt a certain sense of accomplishment in holding back my tears and emotions. I didn’t cry then. My tears dried with a question;
“Why did you reply to my call when you wanted to block me from your way?”
“Today whom I lost? A best friend or the little faith of humanity which most of us claim it does exist”?