The Two-week Love Affair

Finding Mr. Good Conversationalist

Everybody wants to love and be loved. No one wishes not to feel love because we are all product of love. But there are some who stop from falling inlove. Not because they are out of love, but it is because of their cowardice in facing pain they had once felt after being rejected and of being betrayed from the one they love.

Is there a medicine of anyone's melancholy from being broken? Oh well, one must be a doctor of oneself. No one could cure nor heal a bleeding heart,except for- one true love.

Falling inlove, the sweetest thing we could ever imagine. Sweetest words we could ever hear. Sweet as a honey endearments we could ever speak. But for those who are broken hearted and who fail from being loved,they considered it a catastrophe,a plague, a devastation creating bitterness inside.

After suffering from all misfortunes of loving someone else, who fails to love you back, it's better to stay alone and embrace singularity. For it is safer to be with yourself.

It's all in the mind and heart of Marie. Stone-hearted she became right after her first heart break. She's been hard as a granite.

Do u believe in the saying, "No man is an island?" Well then, Yes. We need a special comfort and love coming from a special person. Marie always rejected that thought. She will be happy without that someone beside. She prefers to have one good book than having a  happy-go-lucky guy who knows nothing and only makes her cry. Without realizing, she already punished herself to death a very long time. Which she don't even deserve.

She's indeed a coward person-hiding behind a wall of books she built for herself. She is afraid to face her own doom reality. She excruciates herself for five years of having a belief that pain will end everything she had for herself.

The only way she can escape from reality is reading her books. When she reads she could be someone else. She could be the person whom she is not. She could also be in a place where she'd never been. She will be loved like she wanted to. And that she could also love the way she do. For that, she finds happiness in her books. It gives her memontarily anesthesia of the heart. She made herself numb by pretending that she pass through the veil of forgetfulness. Memories are now gone- happy or sad, she don't care.

She fantasize what she reads, it tickles and makes her giggle and finds herself smiling alone. Just a few hours of being happy, she begins to remember how Life brought her tornados and storms that left her complete ruins and devastations. How it will be fixed?  She must be talking to someone now. Not like this. The books she read could only save her for a moment, not for a lifetime.

She must find her life rescuer. Where? When? And How?

Recently, she discovered a site for singles who are ready to mingle. There, you will know men and women from your locality without talking to them face to face. All people who joined the site want to befriend others. So here she goes, registering and logging in. What to  find here? She looks up and seeks for an anwer, she absobloodylutely don't even know. Who can tell?

She became a loner for the past five years, and only talks to the people around her when she wants to. Anyway, she is a Sales Supervisor and do the talking all day at work, but never had a real talk.

In the site, she is most visited by unknown men. She frequent receives winked and short "hi".There are some she find nice and she made a reply. She only converse them when she gets bored and feels like talking. But she is very choosy and do the cherry-picked whom message must be replied. She's kinda snobbish, who thinks herself superior mostly to men she finds misfit with her personality. She easily ended and leave messages with no reply if the conversation she started gets too boring or too dry- no humor at all. She is searching someone that interests her most. But sad to say, she failed a lot of times.

She is very disapointed that men were only asking when will she be free to go with them sometimes. Is she working? Where? Position in the company? And many more stupid questions she don't like to be asked. She'd like to share it with someone naturally without noticing she was sharing already her biological and personal information with that person. And that is what you called," A Real Talk." It flows naturally.

Her thoughts flew some years ago and went back on time when she heard her phone beeps. A message! She frowned, who might that be?

She grabs her phone and open the message, she finds a winked, a hi then followed by a sentence, telling her that he is a newbie in the site and a stranger in her place. He was asking her friendship politely, and she replied a word, "sure." And he was full of joy because of all he sent winks and hi's, this woman replied. Showing him some interests too.

Marie, as usual replied another cherry-picked message. But before she manage typing letters to start a conversation with the unfamiliar man, she checked the profile and she found him nice, clean, and decent. So why not give a try? She smiled with a thought of his height. He  has long set of arms, the way he stretched it widely in the air, giving you a hint that those are ready to throw a warm embrace. She also noticed his well-build muscle in his chest though covered by a cotton shirt. He has also a set of long legs manifesting his tallness around six feet high. Wow! Very tall guy compared to her having a five feet and two inches height-for a typical Filipina.

The conversation just started and it goes...

''Hi, I am new here! I want to make friends if it is okay with you." The stranger sent that line to her. She reads it and type... "Sure." And she is typing for a follow-up question, " from where are you?" Then, she seen him typing too, " I'am from the AFP central command did you know this place?" She was guessing what that person is doing there. "Are you a soldier?" She hesitated to type, but then she manage to send. "  A sort of, but I don't go with the others and fight in the battlefield.I'm here to treat sick and wounded people." He replied.

Marie was smiling, knowing this person is a kind of man who shows honesty that she for a long time had wished to find. And she excitedly typed,"Are you a kind of a life saver or a life rescuer? A nurse?" And pressed send. Rob's phone vibrated for the message and when he openned and read it he was also smiling upon reading her new found friend's reply. He typed, "a kind of." I used to treat them." Now, it is clear to her that he is more than a nurse, he is a doctor by profession. Then the conversatiom flows spontaneously.

Rob asked her where to study? She misunderstood the word study- she recommended him schools in the city. On the other hand, he grinned for being misunderstood. He already finished his doctorate degree and told her honestly and without bragging what he attained in his late 20s and he was able to finish an eight-year profession with a doctorate degree. He is practicing now his expertise in medicine. By choosing to serve his people and set aside any selfish concern for himself. He is steadfast for his chosen carreer no matter he is not receiving the kind of compensation one has to live luxuriously. The risk is also high when they have special assignments to various critical areas of the country.

Marie thought that this person did a lot of study throughout in his age. He is a young and fine doctor. Honestly, she never talk anyone yet to any young doctor. She seldom get sick and if sickness strikes her she is usually  medicated at home. No serious disease she suffered except for convulsion when she was a baby as her mother recalled.

In the university she graduated though countless times she mingled people with high ranks in the academe she had been comfortable knowing them since then. She really don't get any chance of leaving her own comfort zone. The comformity and comfortability of the familiarity made her feel safe. And that strangeness makes her feel damn afraid. Talking to this guy whose animousity still floats in the air made her feel frightened now. How to get their conversation going to be okay? For the first time she'll get to know a very young well-breed man. She happened not used to know even one before. She is just a commoner who is just satisfied with a boyfriend beside for eight long years. She wanted that worries will be erased at once,and stopped herself from agonizing. She let that thought drift away as the wind blows through her open window.