Painful Realisations

"No one could get to me like this. I never felt like this with anyone. But I forgive you!"

Is it an unfair world or it’s just chaos?!

So, I am a person deemed rather cold by a considerable number of people. I pondered this every now and then. I was confused: Am I good at internalizing my feelings or I just don’t have a lot of feelings?

I thought to myself I don’t think I really fell in love. Aside from two major crushes for two straight guys, there was nothing else really. And the semi-relationship I had a couple of years ago didn’t feel like love to me! It was quiet, rational and too careful! We never even discussed exclusivity through the few months we were together.

And then you walked into my life with those mysterious ways. Another twist of fate. I instantly felt something for you. You seem to be different. You seemed to be my kind of guy.

In those warm October nights, we came to know each other. We talked. We went to places. Places we both love. We shared stories. We kissed. We did things that were first times for both of us. Those memories haunt me. I still cherish them. I still remember you when I pass by our places. I still remember your kisses, your charm, you regal air, and your sweet flirtation.

But I knew I was walking into trouble. I knew you were leaving. I didn’t resist though. I let myself in. I let you in. I was aware of the transience, and the impending pain. I carried through. I held onto the dream that I mean to you what you mean to me. Despite your hard ways and my intuition that kept telling me that you’re heartbreaker. And so you leave to those northern cold lands.

You came back for your yearly visit, but never saw me. Circumstances weren’t on our side, yes. Did you really miss me?!

You started to fade, I was trying to let go. It wasn’t meant to be and I never really knew you anyway!

Then you appear again. With the same charm and promising words. My heart was jumping. I didn’t want to believe. Believing means heartbreak, I learned.

I call you and you’re in the airport. It was valentine’s night. But who cares about valentines anyway!

I let go of my pride and go to meet you. It was still there. My passion for you hasn’t changed. We sit in that old downtown café, where we once sat before. We talk, we drink beer, and I do realize. Oh you’re seeing someone. Yes, she’s Swiss based. She’s here in Egypt with you, how sweet! Yes, you do like me and want me still in you life. No, no, it wasn’t a vacation fling.
Yes, it different for you. You travel and meet people all the time. I stay in waiting for you on the other hand.

Can I be mad at you though? For not feeling for me what I feel for you? I guess I can’t, my dear. I forgive you! But I can’t help but ask myself.

Is it unfair or it’s just chaos?