+OFF THE WALL

It was one rainy Saturday afternoon. I heard a big knock at my door. I opened the door. I saw my friend drenched from the rain. I couldn’t figure if her wet face was from the rain or the tears she shed. I hugged her tightly. I asked why she was crying and had lost weight. In between sobs, she answered, “I can’t let go of him.”

“Why did you break-up?” I asked.

“He left me for another woman...” I closed the door not my friend knowing that behind the door was the man she can’t get over with with the Other Woman.

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“I’m delayed.” I said six weeks after the incident.

“For how long?” He asked.

“Two days.” “We’ll get over this. “ That was the only thing he said.

- - -

When a guy doesn’t sleep with his girlfriend for days lest several weeks, he must be sleeping with somebody else. When he responds to you differently than before, there must be something else. I recalled saying to him that once. “Peanut, is there any problem?”

“Nothing. I’m just pre-occupied with work lately.”

“Just because we don’t talk about it doesn’t mean it is okay. That we’re okay.” I said helplessly.
I got my period. I though everything would be okay. But the visits that were frequent became less. The calls that were often became mercy responses. The nights that were warm became colder. Until I never heard of him. I gave up and realized that I had fallen for him. And all I can do is wait for him to love me back.

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It was one rainy Sunday afternoon. I pat the door. Hurriedly, my friend opened the door. She saw me drenched from the rain, my face, all wet. She couldn’t figure if my wet face was from the rain or the tears I shed. She asked me why I was crying and had lost weight. In between sobs, I answered, “I need to let go of him.”

“Why did you break-up?” She asked.

“He left me for another woman...” My friend hugged me tightly. “Hon, who is at the door?” I heard a very familiar voice. The door widely opened and my world stopped for a moment. There stood the man that I need to let go because he was not with his other woman. He was with her woman.

I finally said, “I better go.” And left.

I gave up and realized that I had fallen for him. Yet I should not wait for him to love me back.