The Message
Ok, this is something that is not your kind of parable story. This is, in fact a story of the events that occured today. To be more specific, it was my encounter with an old acquiantance through the internet.
Early today, i received a message from an old beau asking me how life is. Well, i certainly did not tell him that life is difficult and I am really having bad thoughts this past few days. Not that it matters though. Both of us know that we doesn't want to discuss those grim side of life. Not this certain person. You could tell him anything but your problems in life. That's why we did not end up with each other. That's why he left. Or so I think. And on the other hand, it was the same reason why when he came back in my life almost a year ago, I did not let him.
Looking back, it was a really messy relationship. He is always out of money. A free loader. But it doesn't matter back then. For someone who wants to keep a relationship money doesn't matter. Anyway, he asked me today if I am already married or if I had a baby. I was taken aback because it was very unlikely of him to ask me those kind of questions. He told me he already took a wife, something that I have been aware of for quite sometime now. But of course, I pretended unaware. I would not lead him to the idea that I kept track of what's going on with his life. Not that friendster kept me from that also. But being in the same field of career, I would eventually know.
He told me he will be coming over this week. I took it as a way of telling me that he wants to see me. I shied away from the topic because it was something I would rather not answer. I want to see him, for the very reason that I want to see how life has become of him. But it gave me chills thinking that I will see this person again. And that is something that kept me puzzled until now. Is it a kind of message telling me there are issues I still need to deal with? I have to remind myself that everything between us was already over more than two years ago.
I'll think it over tonight.


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