She looked him in the eyes, demanding answers. The person is question was her own sister. And the person who sat in front of her was her best friend. He was simply sipping his coffee, while she was watching. Finally she asked him, "So tell me? What were you thinking?"
He looks up at her. "What was I thinking about what?"
"She is my sister. And she said that you send her flirty messages."
"I did. Yes, I did. You do know that we used t date long time ago, right?"
"That was really long time ago."
"and she still wants to be my friend."
"What's your point?"
"I didn't find any other way to get away from her."
She stared at him, as he continued, "I still love her. But after we broke up, it took me years to get over her. And every time I get over her, she comes back to me, tries to be my friend, invokes my emotions. I fall for her all over again."
"She comes back to you because you are a good friend."
"I may be a good friend. But not to her."
She took a deep breathe,
"So you send those flirty messages to get rid of her?"
"Had to. Once I started talking to her in a different way, she just wanted to get away from me."
"What about asking her to send her pictures and stuff?"
"That was a weird way of stalking. She must have been crept out."
"She was. She actually thought you were stalking her."
"It is a psychological approach. A tactic to make people think what you want them to."
"But she did see you at some places where she had gone with her friends.
"As I said, it was stage 2."
She took his phone. She smiled and asked, "And these pictures you have of hers. You took them from Facebook, huh?"
"Yes!"
"For stage 3?"
"No. For me."
Her smile disappeared, as he continued, "I have fallen for her again. I know this will be over soon, this has been happening so many times over the years. But until then, I need to look at her pictures, to make me feel better, to let me know that I was loved once."
When they left the coffee shop, she knew that he was a friend who would never break his word, and a lover who would break his heart for the other to be happy. Unfortunately, the other will only refer to him now as a stalker. And he doesn't mind. For he was HER stalker.
But she knew one thing for certain. He was a fool nonetheless to not hear to his own heart, and act weird and stupid.
But wasn't he like the many around us?
He looks up at her. "What was I thinking about what?"
"She is my sister. And she said that you send her flirty messages."
"I did. Yes, I did. You do know that we used t date long time ago, right?"
"That was really long time ago."
"and she still wants to be my friend."
"What's your point?"
"I didn't find any other way to get away from her."
She stared at him, as he continued, "I still love her. But after we broke up, it took me years to get over her. And every time I get over her, she comes back to me, tries to be my friend, invokes my emotions. I fall for her all over again."
"She comes back to you because you are a good friend."
"I may be a good friend. But not to her."
She took a deep breathe,
"So you send those flirty messages to get rid of her?"
"Had to. Once I started talking to her in a different way, she just wanted to get away from me."
"What about asking her to send her pictures and stuff?"
"That was a weird way of stalking. She must have been crept out."
"She was. She actually thought you were stalking her."
"It is a psychological approach. A tactic to make people think what you want them to."
"But she did see you at some places where she had gone with her friends.
"As I said, it was stage 2."
She took his phone. She smiled and asked, "And these pictures you have of hers. You took them from Facebook, huh?"
"Yes!"
"For stage 3?"
"No. For me."
Her smile disappeared, as he continued, "I have fallen for her again. I know this will be over soon, this has been happening so many times over the years. But until then, I need to look at her pictures, to make me feel better, to let me know that I was loved once."
When they left the coffee shop, she knew that he was a friend who would never break his word, and a lover who would break his heart for the other to be happy. Unfortunately, the other will only refer to him now as a stalker. And he doesn't mind. For he was HER stalker.
But she knew one thing for certain. He was a fool nonetheless to not hear to his own heart, and act weird and stupid.
But wasn't he like the many around us?
