They said love is blind ...

There the two figures sat next to each other. Blank faces frozen by the dry air from the cracked window where the breezes of early winter flew through back and forth declaring their freedom. The long haired beauty succumbed in her silence and reveries, which the man beside her was sure, about the past memories which had been longing to disappear but she denied their action with a little bit of force fuelled by hopelessness and a certain doppelganger. The man beside her, who was once a bright sunshine, brokenly hanging on the loose thread left by the girl’s old sweater. Sadness and desperation etched from every pores of his shown emotion which he didn’t know how to hide anymore. The uninvited doppelganger came in by accident with a bucket of loves who’s now becoming someone he never knew and the drugs for her addiction.

They met back then at the south side beach. She was the girl with rainbow nails and a Polaroid camera, taking pictures of sands, crabs, and umbrellas. And he was an ordinary freelance writer who was stuck in endless writer’s blocks and unable to get out. A bump and a small smile later, they were both sitting together with a cup of mint ice cream and soaked in the warm sea waters.

Days turned into weeks and months and the two surprisingly were still in touch and became a good friend. Good friend turned best friend turned savior, solace, anodyne,… you mention. He never minded that. Never once he did because he knew the feelings of loneliness and longing too well. And that was until he found out why. And the fact that he was a perfect clone with a better look and a better action. There was always the other guy shadowing his figure in her eyes.

He and the other guy were not related nor did their family get some dramatic stories about how a pair of identical twins separated at birth due to family business or rages from certain kidnappers. They’re like a human and a mirror image. This guy was sure the mirror image whom was always being forced to be the human unintentionally by the broken hearted fairy. He refused. He didn’t want to be. He did think of a way to get out but his soft heart with a devil’s whisper couldn’t let him. And the scene of the girl’s tears was a bonus for his legs to be frozen in place while his heart kept on re-mending and re-mending the cracks until they lost their battle.

They said love is blind.

He was blind. She was blind. They were both so blind.

He did wonder. Indeed. He always did. What did the other guy have that he didn’t? He was sure he could do better. In fact that he was the one that’s around to keep the girl sane while the other guy was being happy together with his new found prey ready to eat her innocence. That man. That bastard. He never loved her. Never once. Not even a bit.

Yet, she always saw that man in him. Even sometimes trying to make him became that man.

Jealousy rocked in and he let them be. For a while …

But she was happy. He got no reason for not to be while she’s being happy.

He became a perfect substitution and she got her happy ending. But, there’s always sometimes she grew quiet. Lost in whatever reveries formed inside her head. He was sure she did realize a few times that he was not the man she’s been longing for. He couldn’t help but being frustrated together with the beauty in his eyes. Every time she’s sad, he felt like dying.

And some other times, she would start a tale about her prince underneath the moonlight, telling him every bit of perfections which were always seen by her blinded eyes as his insides cracked a bit deeper and the bitterness spread through his bones. But she looked the best while she was telling her tales and he couldn’t break her angel figure again like the last time. His mountain of sorry-ness took a very long time to build his road back to her again.

He learned to be a serene and good listener with her smiles and happiness as his motivation. As if they’re the oxygen he needed to survive his remaining times on Earth. Soon, his feelings were no longer mattered even if sometimes the bottled up emotions rebelled to break through the safety the quietly bury deep inside him.

There the two figures sat next to each other. Blank faces frozen by the dry air from the cracked window where the breezes of early winter flew through back and forth declaring their freedom. The long haired beauty succumbed in her silence and reveries, which the man beside her was sure, about the past memories which had been longing to disappear but she denied their action with a little bit of force fuelled by hopelessness and a certain doppelganger. The man beside her, who was once a bright sunshine, brokenly hanging on the loose thread left by the girl’s old sweater. Sadness and desperation etched from every pores of his shown emotion which he didn’t know how to hide anymore. The uninvited doppelganger came in by accident with a bucket of loves who’s now becoming someone he never knew and the drugs for her addiction.

And with a hesitation and a little bit of desire, he hugged the girl tight as if there’s no more tomorrow. Even if there’s a way back … back to the times where he was still as bright as sunshine, he wouldn’t go back. They were indeed needed each other.

They said love is blind.