Ahmed-Adel
06-04-2007, 08:55 PM
I Can See Him
He thinks I cannot see him, but I can. He thinks I forgot – but I did not. Now I can see him.
I can see him talking happily, happily to those girls around him. I can see that he is enjoying his life, as if nothing has happened to him. I can see him walking… I can see him talking… I can see him laughing…laughing heartily – as if nothing has happened to him; as if nothing has happened to us.
Now I can see him, while he cannot see me. He cannot see how I suffer for losing him. He cannot see how I long to talk to him. Yes, I long to talk to him; not because I loved him, but because he was the only one to give me an ear when I most needed someone to hear me. He heard all my notions, and many a times did he console me. He gave me strength to face all the hardships of life. He was the one to hear me without blaming me; not like my mother who always used to shout and get angry whenever I told her I had done that mistake. Now I can see him… And he cannot see that I can see him.
Is it because I am a girl I suffer thus? Is it because I am governed by my passions and emotions I suffer thus? Oh, how I suffer when I see him. It may not be because I loved him; it may only be because he reminds me of some memories – good…and bad memories.
Happy were the days of our colleagueship; so happy those days were. Sad are my days now – not because I loved him, nor because I want those days to come back – no! It is just because I can see him…in a situation that shows that those days meant nothing to him. Is he broken from inside, but just does not want to show his state because he is a male? Does he suffer like me but hides his emotions behind that merry veil?
And I am sure they are all the same. I am sure. All young gentlemen – young boys, I should say! – are like him. Do they all enjoy the colleagueship in the way he did? Did he just want to enjoy till he got bored and left me? Was it my wrong I did not know his real intention from the beginning?
Now I can see him, while he cannot see me. Let him be happy…happy with either those girls around him or any one else... And let me be sad…sad with the only thing left for me by him: memories – good…and bad memories…
A Broken-Hearted Girl…
November 2006
He thinks I cannot see him, but I can. He thinks I forgot – but I did not. Now I can see him.
I can see him talking happily, happily to those girls around him. I can see that he is enjoying his life, as if nothing has happened to him. I can see him walking… I can see him talking… I can see him laughing…laughing heartily – as if nothing has happened to him; as if nothing has happened to us.
Now I can see him, while he cannot see me. He cannot see how I suffer for losing him. He cannot see how I long to talk to him. Yes, I long to talk to him; not because I loved him, but because he was the only one to give me an ear when I most needed someone to hear me. He heard all my notions, and many a times did he console me. He gave me strength to face all the hardships of life. He was the one to hear me without blaming me; not like my mother who always used to shout and get angry whenever I told her I had done that mistake. Now I can see him… And he cannot see that I can see him.
Is it because I am a girl I suffer thus? Is it because I am governed by my passions and emotions I suffer thus? Oh, how I suffer when I see him. It may not be because I loved him; it may only be because he reminds me of some memories – good…and bad memories.
Happy were the days of our colleagueship; so happy those days were. Sad are my days now – not because I loved him, nor because I want those days to come back – no! It is just because I can see him…in a situation that shows that those days meant nothing to him. Is he broken from inside, but just does not want to show his state because he is a male? Does he suffer like me but hides his emotions behind that merry veil?
And I am sure they are all the same. I am sure. All young gentlemen – young boys, I should say! – are like him. Do they all enjoy the colleagueship in the way he did? Did he just want to enjoy till he got bored and left me? Was it my wrong I did not know his real intention from the beginning?
Now I can see him, while he cannot see me. Let him be happy…happy with either those girls around him or any one else... And let me be sad…sad with the only thing left for me by him: memories – good…and bad memories…
A Broken-Hearted Girl…
November 2006