Part 1
This was our third meeting and she told me that I was the most confused person she had ever met. I checked 'confused' or 'confusing'?. She insisted that I was confused. She told me 'No, actually you don't confuse me, its your own internal confusion I am talking about. I love it as your confusion is very entertaining. I enjoy being with you. Your company is like reading a captivating dialogue between two smart people trying to outsmart each other. Those two smart people are actually no one but confused-you fighting to come to a conclusion of your internal dilemma.
And you: when you have taken a decision, I find that you usually get sad. Sad in an entertaining way. Those two smart people inside you are not get sad for winning or losing but only because their duel to outsmart each other got over.'
I asked her whether she loved me. She said its too early but yes she liked me.
"And yet I adore him. I think he's quite confused, and with no place or occupation in life, and far from happy, and philosophically irresponsible- and there is absolutely nobody like him"-Nabokov
Part 2
This was our tenth or eleventh meeting or could be our thirteen meeting and she told me that I was one mad person and that my madness was very contagious. She told me 'The more I try to understand you, the less it seems. I know that one day it is going to get over: between you and me. That thought makes me sad but then I try to enjoy you every moment. Accept you as you are, probably that is the only way I will not get sad. You are absurd in true sense but magical as well.'
I asked her whether she loved me. She said she was not sure whether that feeling could be called love.
"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained"-Twain
Part 3
This was our last meeting and she told me that I gave the best hugs in the world. She said that she had no regrets and had enjoyed with me to the largest. She told me 'I knew it would be over one day and here it is getting over. But I shall always remember it for all the positives. I shall always be happy that you happened rather than being sad that we would be no more together. I agree that its sad that it is getting over, I wish for one more moment with you, but can't help.'
I asked her whether she loved me. She said that yes she did indeed.
"Si nada nos salva de la muerte, al menos que el amor nos salve de la vida (If nothing saves us from death, atleast love will save us from life)"-Neruda
This was our third meeting and she told me that I was the most confused person she had ever met. I checked 'confused' or 'confusing'?. She insisted that I was confused. She told me 'No, actually you don't confuse me, its your own internal confusion I am talking about. I love it as your confusion is very entertaining. I enjoy being with you. Your company is like reading a captivating dialogue between two smart people trying to outsmart each other. Those two smart people are actually no one but confused-you fighting to come to a conclusion of your internal dilemma.
And you: when you have taken a decision, I find that you usually get sad. Sad in an entertaining way. Those two smart people inside you are not get sad for winning or losing but only because their duel to outsmart each other got over.'
I asked her whether she loved me. She said its too early but yes she liked me.
"And yet I adore him. I think he's quite confused, and with no place or occupation in life, and far from happy, and philosophically irresponsible- and there is absolutely nobody like him"-Nabokov
Part 2
This was our tenth or eleventh meeting or could be our thirteen meeting and she told me that I was one mad person and that my madness was very contagious. She told me 'The more I try to understand you, the less it seems. I know that one day it is going to get over: between you and me. That thought makes me sad but then I try to enjoy you every moment. Accept you as you are, probably that is the only way I will not get sad. You are absurd in true sense but magical as well.'
I asked her whether she loved me. She said she was not sure whether that feeling could be called love.
"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained"-Twain
Part 3
This was our last meeting and she told me that I gave the best hugs in the world. She said that she had no regrets and had enjoyed with me to the largest. She told me 'I knew it would be over one day and here it is getting over. But I shall always remember it for all the positives. I shall always be happy that you happened rather than being sad that we would be no more together. I agree that its sad that it is getting over, I wish for one more moment with you, but can't help.'
I asked her whether she loved me. She said that yes she did indeed.
"Si nada nos salva de la muerte, al menos que el amor nos salve de la vida (If nothing saves us from death, atleast love will save us from life)"-Neruda
2 comments :
Beautiful!!!
Loved the simplicity. There is both love and pain in this story - leaves me wondering what will happen next. Will she return one day to complete the circle or it's best to end before she de-codes and demystifies you!
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