Suddenly, the virgin is surrounding my existence again. Like he ever stopped.
It is due to this phones, reminding us of memories.
Photos from a year ago, where him and I finally got rings,
That had our names in it with the symbol of eternity-
Was on our fingers.
Was he really happy? I doubt so.
It was me-
Me and my 3 years craving for a symbol.
He could not resist my repetitions after that many years.
He was out of excuses and patience,
So he went and got us the rings-
The ones I chose.
He only cared about the colour.
He would not wear yellow gold nor the platinum.
He wanted the white gold only.
So I went with it.
After all, my dream was coming true:
Making us official.
I know how naive I sound.
But this is love.
Makes you even more naive.
As Shakespeare says,
“For to be wise and love exceeds man’s might.”
I was wise before (and after) him…
The ring did not last long.
He took it off whilst playing volleyball-
And most probably- whenever he was around girls he liked-
And near his mum- having a tantrum at me,
Just cause I was upset with his ”over the top” intimacy
with a girl from work.
She was one of his crushes.
One of the twenty I knew of.
She was asking if they could go alone to a concert-
without me.
I lashed out.
He lashed out- accusing me for lashing out.
He took off the ring
Threw it on the floor-
Shouted.
Near his mum…
That I was suffocating him with my jealousy.
Like I was wrong all along.
He was always right.
I should have kept silent.
Or he could play the dramatic act,
And show everyone that he was the victim.
Victim of a …
???
Lover???
I still can’t name it exactly.
Perhaps, he knows what it is.
He’s always ready to put the blame on me.
I was suffocating him with my love!! Yes here it is,
It was a gigantic love-
That did not give him the space to love back.
Cause I loved enough for the two of us.
I cared enough- or too much!
Anyways,
Now, somewhere
He is still complaining about me.
That I loved too much!
Things could have been much better if only…
I did not love that much..
If he could only feel
More masculine,
More giving,
More caring…
But I did it all…
He felt incompetent faced with my love,
As he said.
He wanted someone,
That loved just enough.
That cared just enough .
But not too much.
Someone not as motherly
and protective as I was.
Someone that was more human,
Less stable,
More histrionic,
Riskier.
He last said,
I was his safe harbour,
And he was meant to sail off…
I still can’t understand what he meant.

-π















