I Love Him. Period.
Friday, December 15th, 2006I met him. I loved him. I tried so hard not to love him. But still I loved him. He might have loved me. He might not. That didn’t matter to me. I love him. Period.
He knew about it. That, I was sure. He was proud of it. That, our common friends were certain. Again, that didn’t matter to me. I love him. Period.
A lot of stressful things came up. It changed the whole relationship. Maybe, I had hurt him. Maybe not. He had hurt me. And my friends were mad. Again, that didn’t matter to me. I love him. Period.
More pressure were on me. Fury there. Commands here. Sermons there. Curse here. I hardly breathed. I rarely smiled. Everything were getting heavier. And the only thing I could do was to think. Think. Analyze critically. Think again. Think. But my thoughts would always lead me to "I love him. Period."
Books suggested to do this. My friends demanded me to do that. Who was right? Who would I follow? I didn’t know. I was lost. I was confused. I was devastated. I was very vulnerable. But I still I had one thing–I love him. Period.
I left the world. I created my own. I composed a new song. A new song that would always be played in my world. A melody that I would always hum to. A beat that would be followed by the snap of my fingers and the tap of my feet. Lyrics that would always end with, " Everybody (including him) must not know that I love him. Period."
Yeah, it was nice to have my own world. I didn’t hurt anyone. I did what everyone wanted me to do. I guess, they were contented with that. They were satisfied. They were happy. They were at peace. Of course, including him. I wouldn’t subject myself to being a machine if it weren’t for his happiness and peace of mind. Why? I love him. Period.
To be a machine and input everything in my brain because supposedly everything is all in the mind? It was nice but heart-breaking. I have my brain but I lost my soul. What kept me going was that I love him. Period.
A real love wrapped with illusion to fool people. But not to fool myself. Because I know and I am sure, I love him. Period.
***If you’re reading this, don’t worry, it’s not you. You’re already in my world, remember? The new song–You must not know about it….
