Women Are All The Same

Her white dress, the goddess like smile, the long black hair; everything was perfect about Yurika(Name changed). She is the woman of my dreams, the one that I believe is a heaven sent goddess that would suffice all my fantasies in love.

The first time I saw her I fell in love with her, completely, my heart pounding. I wonder, does she think of me too? I thought that perhaps, does someone as pure as her have desires too? Gosh I am out of tissues again. One day I decided to ask her out. She was outgoing and she agreed for a date. I noticed that she wasn't smiling that much. If she does, I felt it wasn't as heartfelt genuine. One day, I heard her friends talking about me and Yurika. I felt excited to hear what her friends would say about me. "He really thinks Yurika likes him? What a creep. Yurika is just after his money."
"He's from a rich family, isn't he? Well, can't blame her. Poor guy, he thinks she'd like him. With a trashy look like that!" I felt as if the coldest water splashed in my core. I felt destroyed and used. I dialed Yurika's number and called her. I told her that I have a gift for her ready at home. She was so happy and said she'd come by my house to pick it up and see what it is. Soon as she arrived, I took the knife I hid inside my drawer for a very long time. I quickly stabbed her back with my heart's content. I feel energized from that enervating thirst for her cries. I took all my time to cut her tongue out. Women are all the same. Rabina, sanam, christa, jessica and eva; all of them rejected me. They never realized that I am, the best, the hottest, the greatest...the most handsome man they can ever have. Alas, Yurika was blind not to love me. She will join my collection soon. I guess her head is okay, at least I can see her every day when I wake up.