“Go and meet
other people” that was what you said that day. “I’m yours” I stuttered, “ I
feel that I am yours”. “you are delusional, this is wrong, you are not mine nor
anyone’s else”. How I wish this was a compliment, but it wasn’t. How did you
manage to build such high walls between us? Are you really enjoying torturing
me? All what I need is to convince myself that we are just friends, we meet to
chat and waste time. So “I’m not yours” I’m just a friend who helps you wasting
time. Why would I meet “other” people, I was not looking for love, and I am not
keen to replace you by “other” people, and you know this. I am not sure if you really
mean what you are telling me, or these are just free advices that are ready for
consumption.
“Face the reality” that was what you said, but
was there anything real about us. Everything was surreal, how we met, how I
loved you and how you decided to control your feelings. I am facing the reality
every day, right now, I am swallowed by a massive abyss of love. It hurts, yes
, love hurts. I love you and I want to call you and say “I love you”. I have
never thought about these things before. What is the significance of informing
someone that you love him? Specially that he will either keep silent, or give a
long lecture in logic, responsibilities and how feelings are controlled. So how
can I control my feeling? I need a practical tip here, how can I control that
strong feeling of love? Ok, I understand that I should not call or send a
message…… I am not sure that I will be able to do this. I think that a message will
be sent, or even a phone call where I will say anything except what I really
want to say “I love you”.
I blame myself
millions of times everyday, I suffocated you, you panicked, I pushed you, you
panicked, I bored you and you panicked. Who would bear the continuous recurring
never ending pestering of a lunatic, a middle-aged man who was suddenly struck
by love? I did not act as a middle-aged man, there was not a single inch of
wisdom or even sensibility, but rather a needy restless teenager. I blame
myself for ruining the whole story, pulling the end too fast, and exposing all
my feelings too early. But I have never been in that realm before, never knew how
these tactics are decided and how can a lover stick to a plan. I screamed “I
love you” many times more than I should have done, but I was hit by strong crude
splashes of love. I have told you these things many times before, but I can’t stop
repeating myself, I can not let our story, my story be forgotten.
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