A former highschool classmate who works in the same company I work for had his heart broken over the girl of his dreams just recently. They have been together for almost 6 years and with just a snap of a finger, she told him it's over. Thru SMS. Very convenient, huh? I don't blame him if this should devastate him. Not all men are pigs. Some guys, straight or not, take relationships seriously. I'm not at all like that but it made me wonder: How can someone be so beautiful be treated like that? I mean, what the hell was she thinking? I was reluctant to speak to him. When matters of the heart are tackled, I usually just have my say when asked. I'm not so good with things like that. I tend to swoon.
But then I got to talk to him. We started off by talking about the life we had in highschool. How rebellious we were and all. We were practically laughing our asses off when he told the story about that Social Studies teacher who got shitless scared when someone showed him a gun and threatened to kill him. It was a toy gun. But Mr. Omoso fled like a girl out of the room and brought the midget principal back with him and two security guards. We were reminiscing. And then we went silent. It was deafening. And then I opened the topic about his unfortunate heartbreak. The guy explained what really happened. Almost teary-eyed. Wouldn't look at me in the eye too long. And he asked me how I knew about it. He was kinda private about his love life. I told him everybody was talking about him when he went AWOL for a week from work. Word gets around, you know, I explained. These people are just concerned, I went on. He was just this very nice person, tall, very good looking and everybody likes him. Nobody wants to see him sad.
So he went on, telling me how she had him fooled, this and that, blah, blah, blah, strumming his pain with his own fingers whilst fumbling the keys of his celfone (While talking to me, he was texting to his 5th grader sis about his love problem.) The guy is really that desperate. He choked on his words and I offered loud sighs as my way of telling that I feel for him. I played my lips with my fingers. I was mostly speechless. "Uh huh's" are all I can muster. I wished I can offer more comfort. But we all have problems and whatever world he thinks he is living right now, he needs to realize that life is like that and the only key to survival is resilience. Really. No matter how many heartbreaks or how painful one single heartbreak is, you still need to know that life should still move on. I think he is old enough to know that. Jesus.
Love is really just overrated.
Thank God I play for the other team.
