He was an alpha
achiever. Smart. Good looking. Successful. All at the age of 27.
She was ambitious.
Pretty. A smile that everyone raved about. With potential to be successful. And
24.
They made quite the
couple – everyone said. At least everyone who knew they were dating.
He was admired and
envied. And she was fun to talk to – always striking up conversations with
strangers. They were both out to change the world. Together – it seemed.
She was sentimental.
She loved taking care of him… Pandering to his whims… Celebrating his successes...
Always ready to bend her stubbornness to make him smile. She wasn’t easy - Of
course not. She could be moody – at times
like a dark grey cloud hovering over him. But still she tried. And it seemed he
was happy. Didn’t he say so every day?
He was out to make
her happy. He dropped her to work. Picked her up after work. He planned trips
out of town with her. After all she loved traveling just as much as he did. He
was attempting to be monogamous. She was appreciative of it. ‘I mean how many
men can manage that in today’s times’, she told herself.
‘As long as he is
honest’, she repeated in her head. ‘As long as he is honest…’
They were the
golden couple. Her friends loved him. His friends were fond of her.
But then… why did
he have this distant longing in his eyes? A longing for what… Friends? Or was he
looking for companionship? Was she not proving to be a good companion? She
rejoiced in his every success. And supported his every decision. They loved
traveling and participated in each other’s interests.
So then... Why? Why
could she not shake that feeling that this wasn’t enough for him? That
somewhere he had come to believe that the right thing to do was to be by her
but in reality he felt so far away.
She had decided not
to snoop. She had sworn to herself that she will stop. But today she couldn’t.
She had woken up with a horrible feeling. A feeling of confusion. A feeling she
was not able to shake off.
He went for a
shower. They were planning to go out into town. Grab a couple of beers. ‘It is
a date’, he said and she was excited. They were so used to chilling together
that dates weren’t really something they went for.
He went for a
shower and she went for his phone.
Private messages.
**** she typed in
the password. It seemed easy. Maybe he wanted her to be able to open it.
There it was.
At first she couldn’t
sense anything wrong.
And then she felt
it. She figured who she was.
That beautiful
innocent girl. The one who would advise him not to drink so much.
‘Him: I miss you
btw
Her: I miss you
too.’
It felt like a
weight had been lifted. She had finally found the answer.
He was unhappy. Maybe not unhappy. But definitely
not content. He wasn't looking for a friend. He was looking for a companion.
She realized then
that she had dragged him too far. And without knowing she had cut him off from
finding that companion. Who was she to ask him to pick her. Who was she to make him feel like he had wronged her. How had she managed to manipulate him like that. They had never really had a real relationship. The Girl had always been around. The Girl was equally entitled to his affections. And she had dragged him away.
‘How far can we go
to keep this up while you lose out on finding the real ‘one’ for you?’, she
wondered.
She should have
left of course. Let him lose. But she couldn't do it today. She needed him to
accept his desire to find a companion, before she left. So that he didn't repeat
the cycle again. The cycle of living in denial.
He needed saving.
She just needed his love for a little longer.
They went and drank
those beers.
And suddenly there were
two people with distant dark eyes.
