They say there’s a thin line between devotion and obsession. Or love and madness. I really dont know anymore. I’ve heard it all by now – from friends, well-wishers, exes even. A voice in my head asserts you just want to be friends. You need to focus on your future, it says. I shush it and look at you, tuning back into our conversation.
It’s a warm, lazy afternoon, and sunshine flooding into the cafe highlights your molten chocolate eyes. You smile, and the corners of your eyes crinkle. My heart soars, and I laugh along, slyly placing my hand over yours on the table. I love the shape of your fingers. You catch on, and remove your hand pretending to check your watch. It shows 4pm. Damn, I only have two more hours with you. Will it help if I hide your wallet, I wonder? If I pretend to faint and be sick now, will you drop me home? Should I send an anonymous email to the airport claiming a bomb threat?
“Hello! Earth calling!”.Your voice brings me back to reality. “Sorry, what were you asking?”, I stammer.”Congratulations once again, madam! Your semester starts in June, what are your plans till then?”
I smile. The answer rolls off my tongue easily “I have to wrap up my life here, relocate to Delhi, find an apartment close to campus, find roommates, choose my electives for sem 1.. the list goes on.” “You and your lists.. accept it, Excel sheets turn you on.” you laugh.
I raise an eyebrow. I can’t resist a below-the-belt response.”You know exactly what turns me on.” Instantly the mood at our table shifts. You’re no longer the happy guy with the open face and hearty laugh. I don’t like this sullen, angry stranger in front of me. Truth be told, he scares me a little. You speak in a deadly calm voice that rattles me, “That was.. a mistake. A long time ago. And nothing happened that night after I stopped the kiss. You agreed we both should move on from that “silly incident” to save our friendship.”
“Absolutely V! You know me and my dark jokes. Anyway, tell me, how did your presentation go?”, I cast about, desperate to change the subject. The tension in the air dissolves slowly as you animatedly discuss marketing pitches, and year end reviews. Time is my enemy, and soon enough, you have to leave.
I watch you pay the check, furiously fighting back tears. You notice anyway. “Hey..”, your voice softens, as you pull me into a hug, “This is a great opportunity for you. A power move for your career. Before you know it, I will be sending you my resume for a position in your company. Grab this chance. And for heaven’s sake, don’t over think it.”
I raise my head slightly, and brush my lips against yours. You step back, and put an arm’s distance between us. “I gotta go. Take care. You’re brilliant, creative, and a go-getter. Follow your bliss.” These are your parting words as you walk out of the cafe and my city and my life.
I wipe my tears, and full throated laughter erupts out of me. I cackle and hug myself, swaying from side to side. What was it you called me – brilliant, creative and a go-getter. What will you do when you walk in to your office next week and meet your new team lead? Wonder how you will react when your new neighbour knocks on your door to invite you for a cup of coffee. After all, I will be doing exactly what you said – Follow your bliss.