“Care?! A scheme to make me dependent to you and you call that care?!”
She had just received the greatest insult of her life.
She is a woman of strength, influence and vigor, but deep inside she is a vulnerable fool. She could put up a show of gaiety and can make anything sound rational and easy.
He is a man of power and supremacy. A man who could always capture your attention even if you don’t desire it. Yet, he is also a man of longing…a longing that only he can explain…only he can understand.
She met him in one of that gay event. They clicked and started going together. It was a clashed of personality that molded a bind of friendship and she hopefully thought of respect. It’s like walking in two separate directions then meeting halfway. A path of intellectual learning, a dance on fire and ice. The beauty of sharing absurd ideas and impeccable dreams, of understanding imperfections and flaws. A journey to fantasy and reality. A life under the cycle of the moon.
On one of those bad days a gut was spilled. He was so angry at things she was not able to comprehend. He called her evil hiding those evil doings by looking like an angel. Call her care a scheme to put him under her spell. A scheme to make him dependent to her and call it an insult to his being. She was hurt…deeply hurt. His words are like swords that cut through her heart…words that she can barely forget. Yet, she knew that she can’t let go.
…despite the hurt and humiliation, she will continue to support him, care for him, to hold his hands…simply because she BELIEVES.
***a tribute to somebody…a way to set her free from bitter feelings and self pity.
