sad.ness

There once lived a young boy who loves himself so much. He started to travel the world in search for treasures and other worldly lures to satisfy his soul. He is happy and contented as he sees himself.

He had met lots of women on his travel yet he still can’t find love. You see, this young man once had his heart terrorized by gypsies and witches. He fell for a lovely young lady who beautifully went with him during travels; they share almost all the same likes. However, there came a time when he had to leave a place where they were and she won’t let him. She did everything in her power to restrain the young man from leaving and this brought fear into the boy’s heart. She wouldn’t stop. He had to go. She wouldn’t stop. He was afraid. She wouldn’t stop. He’s badly hurt. She wouldn’t stop. He had to kill her. He had to leave.

After such fearful experience, he dared not to love again. He had affairs with women but would no longer bring them in his travels. He would plainly enjoy himself then leave if he feels so. Years and years of travel equated to years and years of separation from love. And so, he went home to his brother. He lived with his brother and his brother’s wife. He witnessed the couple’s “mushy” moments and annoying arguments; he witnessed their so called love and is often sickened about the idea of being madly in love.

One day, his brother’s wife had a friend who came over for a visit. She is a widow. She is also an enemy of love; one who believes in “destiny”. She met the young boy and found him amusing. The boy also felt a shiver down his spines and a gush in his blood as he saw her; yet he restrained the emotions and said “hi”. The visit became frequent and sooner, the young boy found himself “wanting” to be with the widow. They went out, had a few laughs, enjoyed few trips, ate at various restos, and the like. Then again, they refuse to love each other. Of course they share something special, but it remained that way. And came the time where the boy had to go to a place he calls home; his grandfather died and he had to be there.

Reaching home, the young boy met with a friend. She is someone whom he had known for years yet spent little time with her. She was so persistent that he was forced to meet with her. She brought along a friend and they went to places. They did funny things like staying up ‘til dusk breaks, watched shooting stars, made desserts and a set of media entertainment. The trio went on quite well. Stories about love were shared and comfort was found. They are happy. It lasted on for two weeks and the young boy realized that being with his friend was really FUN. Yet the company had to end because he needs to go back to his brother’s place. The night ended with a tight hug, then another hug, and then a simple “Good bye”.

He knew he felt something warm in there yet he pushed it away; he thought about the widow—she is simply amazing. He wrote letters for the young lady he left back home; telling her stories about him and the widow, and she gladly replied with supportive insights. Until he confessed that he is tired of being unnoticed and would continue living his normal life—a selfish life as he’d call it. Months passed and he constantly communicates with his young friend. She finally decided to tell him all her emotions and he welcomed it as a blow. He went blatantly honest with her and told her that he is not ready for such commitment and told her that he’s on the safe side. It brought her pain—again.

This young lady was a victim of love’s injustice and he never knew about it. She had experience far more pain than he did but she still hopes for love to come to her life. He admires her strength for loving yet he apologizes for being too weak. Losing another love is painful for her… “What more can he ask for?” she asked herself as tears roll down endlessly. He was accused for the lady’s heartache but he pleads “not guilty” for the fact that he warned her even before she admitted her feelings. And so, she is left all alone to mend her broken heart.

What happened next? Well, I really don’t know…