Spin101: Life at Random

Dear Person Concerned, I don't know how to start with this... but here it goes... We've been friends long enough, and I have seen you grow up. I was there when you had your first answer from love line, and I was also there when the line went dead. I didn't see you as a man yet then. Now, things have changed. Things happened swiftly; but gradually, I found myself falling. I tried to no avail to suppress my feelings. But my heart just won't let me. I suddenly realized that all my roads are leading to you. Fate even went to such high lengths just to play this big joke on me. I found it easier to dream about you and think about you, than facing you at all. Now, things went off hand. I know something went wrong along the way. It wasn't your fault, but I don't want to take all the blame either. You were really nice to me, but sometimes you tend to humiliate me also. And I just hate it! How can I believe you when you were so inconsistent right from the start? I know yo...

It was like a temporary lunacy. No matter how hard I tried to conceal my emotions, the pain is so tormenting that bearing it would be the most futile thing to do. But I endured the misery. I tried to be numb and deadened,. but never did it work. How can I continue to avoid him when someone keeps us connected? How can I not feel his presence when I am aware of even his littlest minutia? How will I learn to hate him when he is all my heart yearns? We could have straightened things out, but I decided to leave things as they were. I am never a risk-taker. I could no longer afford to lose someone I love. Enigma, yes it was. But I would rather live with my gazillions of "what ifs", than to discern the reality that could hurt me twice as much. -end-

"He is such a nice guy. You know, I think you really have to meet him...." Just by looking at the sparkles of her eyes, I can easily tell that she is so much in-love. She has never been in such euphoria before. His name has become the most precious word to her, that even its utterance could send her to ecstasy. What has that guy done to deserve her? Then the time has come for me to meet the mysterious guy she has been talking about. I don't know why, but something tells me to just run and flee before it's too late. Well, what should I be afraid of? That guy will see...., If he happens to be the type who plays around with women.... I swear, I will make sure he will forever regret having been on this side of the earth. "He's here!" , came her exciting shrill. Why am I feeling this way? Go.... Run... Hurry...! I should not be getting nervous. Why should I? Flee.... Escape... Hide... Quick...! I should be keeping my cool.... I am not supposed to g--.....