Παρασκευή, Ιανουαρίου 06, 2012

Un homme et une femme


“Hi.”, she said. He just stood back and looked at her, almost stared.
She smiled and he tried to have no reaction, but she could see a slight movement in his eyelids, as if they were trying to smile back at her on his behalf.
She could barely remember the first time she saw him. Just a vague, blur memory of a handsome guy. Her mind was elsewhere that night. Who knows what he thought of her back then. She was still in love with someone else. Maybe he was aware of that. Maybe it was not important.
They met again. She started to notice him. He could now remember her.
She was whining about love, about the man she was looking for and someone told her about him. Not much, just that through her words, she was describing him. She thought it was weird. She didn’t believe it. He had no idea.
They met a couple of times. Randomly. She started to like him, but then he met someone else. She was with him and witnessed it all. She realized it wasn’t pleasant, but who cares. He apologized, because she was left alone. She decided not to think about it.
She run away to avoid something else. Someone else. She was deleting everything and everyone. She had to. Her mind was twisted. He was lost.
One day, she got a message from him. He was writing the first sentence in her brand new page. She wasn’t sure what to think, but she met him. Just the two of them, for the first time. “Are you always such a sweet girl?”, he asked. She didn’t know what to answer. She might have replied:”I don’t know”.
She met him again. He met a group of people he didn’t know. She was hoping. He was flirting with other women. She tried not to think about it. He kept asking to meet her.
She realized she had a crush on him when he asked her to bring someone else. All she cared about was seeing him. All he wanted was to meet people. She knew too many, but only wanted to be with him. He knew her, but wanted to meet everyone else.
She wanted to find a way to rationalize it. He was relaxed and just having a nice time.
Suddenly, everything he did was perfect. Suddenly, everything she did was wrong.
Trying to get away from him, she triggered her maelstrom. The more she tried to stop thinking about him, the more obsessed she became. He was flooding everything. He was just looking for someone else.
One day, he visited her at her place. She was thrilled. Then, there was a phone call. He was just playing with her. She was wrecked. He didn’t even care enough to notice. She thought this was her chance to erase him from her mind. He asked her to meet again. She tried to stay distant. He thought something else was going on in her mind. She started crying at nights.
He started to be more open about other women. She was trying to stay calm. He asked her to help him find love. She agreed. He was innocent. She was suffering.
He told her he doesn’t see her as a woman. She had no ways to deal with this.
He asked her to go on a trip with him. As always, she said yes. She should have said no.
He once told her “ I adore you”. She knew he didn’t mean it the way she hoped for.
He said he wants to madly fall in love. She was madly in love with him.
Love isn’t dead. Sometimes people just love someone else. 

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