He preferred to stay out of trouble. Diplomacy was his survival strategy. For him, being right was more important than being good. He already had learnt the lessons of life and he knew that the best way to tackle a situation was to avoid it!
The closest he ever got to a girl was being her friend. Away from his family, he was kind of comfortable with her. But within sometime he could sense the change in their relationship. He could feel she was getting a bit too dependent on him. He was not sure of what he should do. He started moving away from her, ever so cautiously. She started ignoring him, he was confused but let the situation work itself around. He expected a confrontation and he got one. She came upfront and told him that she loved him.
He fascinated about having a girlfriend, but she was not his fascination. Or maybe the timing was not right. Or was he too afraid to commit? He had thousands of reasons to reject her. And reject her he did. She was not really the self-composed lady every guy dreamt of, she would always be the friend, never the girl. He knew he’d broken her heart but he had to be right....she would understand some day.
He knew she was going away for the weekend, and he knew she wanted him to see her off. But it wasn’t right. If he showed up she might think he cared for her too. And he didn’t want to get her hopes up and then break them. He knew he had hurt her a lot. He did feel guilty but a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. He hoped she would get over him soon, now that he had given her an ultimatum. He told her, “I don’t think my feelings for you will ever change”.
All said and done, at the end of the day, he is at peace with himself. He still believes what he had done was the right thing to do.
Epilogue: The titles of the two blogs (“His Story” and “Her Story”) were borrowed from my sister’s post but the contents are entirely different and again the situations are ideally hypothetical.
On a pensive note, if life was all about being the right one and doing the right thing how does the word “wrong” find its place in the dictionary??? Even while working with black and white, the shades of grey are inevitable.
The closest he ever got to a girl was being her friend. Away from his family, he was kind of comfortable with her. But within sometime he could sense the change in their relationship. He could feel she was getting a bit too dependent on him. He was not sure of what he should do. He started moving away from her, ever so cautiously. She started ignoring him, he was confused but let the situation work itself around. He expected a confrontation and he got one. She came upfront and told him that she loved him.
He fascinated about having a girlfriend, but she was not his fascination. Or maybe the timing was not right. Or was he too afraid to commit? He had thousands of reasons to reject her. And reject her he did. She was not really the self-composed lady every guy dreamt of, she would always be the friend, never the girl. He knew he’d broken her heart but he had to be right....she would understand some day.
He knew she was going away for the weekend, and he knew she wanted him to see her off. But it wasn’t right. If he showed up she might think he cared for her too. And he didn’t want to get her hopes up and then break them. He knew he had hurt her a lot. He did feel guilty but a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. He hoped she would get over him soon, now that he had given her an ultimatum. He told her, “I don’t think my feelings for you will ever change”.
All said and done, at the end of the day, he is at peace with himself. He still believes what he had done was the right thing to do.
Epilogue: The titles of the two blogs (“His Story” and “Her Story”) were borrowed from my sister’s post but the contents are entirely different and again the situations are ideally hypothetical.
On a pensive note, if life was all about being the right one and doing the right thing how does the word “wrong” find its place in the dictionary??? Even while working with black and white, the shades of grey are inevitable.
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