“I like you and love you a lot; but… but not in the way you feel for me. You are a nice girl, very good, understanding, empathetic and caring….”
He trailed away trying very hard to pick the best, neutral words to fill in the silence, to complete his sentence; his justification.
“Believe me, you are a very nice girl and you will get someone better than me. You really deserve someone much, much better than me. It’s that I am not your types. Can you understand me?”
He finished his words in an abrupt manner after flinging a detached “excuse me” to the air. And with brisk footsteps, he went back to the air conditioned cabin, checking out his shiny iPhone on the go.
She stood there, being 25 years old, still unloved and unkissed. Her love is now tagged as unrequited love. It’s said that unrequited love has the hardest, worst and painful feeling of all in the world. But if you ask her – “Are you feeling any pain? Is it that hard?”, then her mind would say – “I don’t know, it’s too cold to feel anything. May be I had just gone numb”.