“It is okay honey, it happens. Don’t get worried”, I said. I was trying to console her even though I didn’t know what really happened.
She normally prefers to keep things to herself, gets angry if anyone interferes. I still loved her, pretended to stay happy with her. I was even wearing her favourite pair of shirt and trousers that day! I knew that she didn’t love me back, but I pretended to ignore it. That was my mistake.
Standing near the poorly carved door, whose slivers were pointing out, she remained quiet plucking each sliver she could. I gathered courage and thought I shouldn’t leave it. So, I went to her, placed my palm on her left shoulder staring into those big round eyes, the familiar eyes that I trusted. The dingy room was the only witness of the things that happened.
I calmly approached, “Please tell me the problem you’re in, I promise, I can solve it.”
All she did then was to push away my hand, walk out shouting, “You! You are my problem, you broke all my relations.”
I stood there stunned. The sun rays found the path through the slightly open window, hit my face, as if I had some sudden light of realization.
Why did I lose myself; my respect, when I knew she never cared. Now I fought with my soul and tried not to ignore the bitter pang of realization. I dropped down on the floor with a fuzzy mind and decided to move on. One of the bravest decisions I’ve ever made.
But, somewhere in my heart, I still had the room for her, which could never close…