Poison

Marten

I watch him as he gets lost deep in his thoughts again. In thoughts of a girl, he had met years ago. That too only once and with no promises to wait nor meet in the future, they had departed on their own journey in life. All these years passed, and he still lived in those memories of her. A few moments spend with her. Holding onto the token of his long-lost love.

Love had made my friend aloof.

Once the King of lions, now a lonely rabbit. Love had made him loose himself.

And now that I look at his hunched back, slumped shoulders, those distant eyes reminiscing the past, the only place he ever wanted to stay for the rest of his life, I wish he had never met that girl. Even though she might have been the right one for him, even if she was the only one for him.

Because I think he would have been happier had he never met her. He would have been more than just a puppet trying to fit in, to exist. And now that I have watched him for years after, he has taught me what love is.

Love is a poison.

Deadlier than any...