Confused-Shoes

I met him just before 2 pm. He was smoking. As I approached him he threw his butt away and he then smiled at me. I offered him a stick from a freshly opened pack of Winston.

"I’m in love with someone who is in love with another guy." He said. "That’s so uncharacteristic of you…" I remarked. I already know the story - He was begging this girl not to leave him although the girl has already confessed to him that she loves him just as a friend. "My heart belongs to someone else whom I can’t be with at the moment…" She said to him once.

"The thing is, she’s not leaving me completely. We would be happy spending our times together as long as there is sunshine but at night she would kill me with these guilt trips and conscience pangs…" he said.

"Oh boy. This is quite a mess you are in. Leave her." I said to him. Mine was a sincere advice.

"It’s not that easy…"

"But you’ve done terribly hard things, made seemingly heart-rendering decisions in the past…"

"I guess I enjoy being a fool, being stupid. Or maybe right now I am delighted by the thought that I am being so benevolent and loving and understanding and all…"

We lit our cigarettes and for a moment we both blew out our smoke and stared off into the sky in silence. The clouds were gathering about now, and any moment God might send the waters from heaven to drown us all.

"But she doesn’t love you…" I reminded him, breaking the ice shelf.

"I know, buddy. I know."