She was his early morning wake-up call and late-evening, after-work chat.

He loved her. But there was little he could about it. Maybe, he chose not to. He had learnt to keep silent. There were days she brought out the worst in him but he also never forgot the days she made him smile. Occasionally, the silence would gnaw at him. On some other days, he’d find a way around it. And every once in a while, he’d let his imagination loose to slip into a make-believe world.

It tore apart the illusion of platonic love with the opposite sex. It took away from the innocence of a warm friendship. Yet, it made him feel terribly good about everything. One day, he’d be on cloud nine thanks to an unexpected phone-call and two days later, he’d have hit rock bottom over a meeting that did not happen. He’d disappear for weeks with no phone calls and then chatter excitedly for days.

I saw him struggle with this see-saw of emotions for almost two years. Some days I felt like a therapist. But mostly I hated to see him like that. Not because he loved her. But because he did not allow the time or space for someone else’s feelings.



  1. P

    I can empathize with him.

    The funny bit in this situation is that you don’t allow room for anyone else because you actually don’t want to. You are afraid you’ll lose what happiness you gain from “her” any time… You just want to “gain” as much as you can of it, and hoard it all somewhere…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s